Hands on your upper thighs, thumbs conveniently placed in your waist band, I tantalisingly kiss the open expanses of tenderness before me. You hips be...in to rock wantonly as my mouth moves teasingly closer and further away from you holy grail. With each of your thrusts, I inch down the waistband of your skirt. My head has found its way to your lap as we are now arranged top to tail. Your skirt removed and my hands on your inner thighs, my thumbs start a slow circular motion upwards towards your. " So what's the story, dude?" I asked, casually, "Have you bagged heryet?" No man," he said, "I don't even know her. Every once in awhile I'veseen her playing with herself. Sometimes there's a little more, but I'veonly seen her once or twice. Derek lives in her building, you rememberhim? He plays guitar down at the Derby? Anyway, he says her name isDiane."Derek was the guy that Chuck scored our weed from and he was sort of afixture in our lives, if just on the periphery. I ran into him a. A tube ran under it at the bottom and there was a second tube from a stand beside the head of the bed running to his right arm. He was pale and drawn and both parents stood there silently for a moment as they took it in."Hi, Mum! Hi, Dad!" It was little more than a whisper.Still without a word, Daphne bent forward, her eyes brimming, and kissed his forehead."Oh, my poor Reggie," she said softly.Ron took his hand and squeezed it. "Bad luck, son."There was silence again."Can you remember what. . interrupting you!" Well OK, but only if she wants," said Ron, "I don't want to messanything up, not this time, not at my time of life, not when I've foundsomeone like Anne!" Wait there," I said, "I'll go and ask!"I found Anne in the kitchen and apologised again for interrupting herevening."Look," I said, "if you want to, I mean, if you are serious about Ron...no, its none of my business!" Actually, he's the most kindest man I've met recently," said Anne."Nothing is too much trouble for him,.