Mmmm weird feeling, like someone wearing a glove and rubbing it over my body.I had hundreds of them rubbing every inch of me under the water.Eyes clos...d looking up to the sky my hands had moved under the materiel of my bikini top, I was either VERY relaxed or getting horny.SHIT some of the fish had attached themselves to my inner thighs and seemed to be SUCKING on the flesh just like Barry does when we make love.Imagine about 1000 or more tiny mouths sucking on your thighs and I could feel. Almost like a warning.The counter timer served to remind the wait staff of how long food sat on the pass through, from the kitchen before it was picked up and delivered to the table.It was a fifties style diner, complete with jukebox and faded, framed photos of old cars, old movie stars, and old menus. People who loved the Last Chance Diner did so in large part because it never changed. They could depend on old-fashioned ambiance and sensible meals. The patrons on that last night were the same. The emotional stuff was going to be the hard part. I set my priorities and got down to business. The first item was Lisbeth.I woke her with a kiss on the cheek and told her to meet me in the kitchen. Mom was gone to Wal-Mart for paint or something, and we were headed to our bank. The first part was fairly easy: I gave the bank manager a death certificate, and he opened the safety deposit box. In it were some really nice necklaces and two rings, and about $1500.00 in cash. I left the jewelry in. Robinson if that’s ok.” “Whatever darling,” she giggled as her hand now wandered up the leg of his shorts, “Ooh! What have we here?” Not letting go of her soft tit, Greg sat back and let her get a good grip on his stiffening dick, “You tell me – you’re the expert!” She laughed out loud and in an even deeper huskier voice growled, “I think that it might be a great big cock! Am I right?” “Ha, ha, ha,” he chuckled, “The lady wins first prize, anything off the top shelf!” Without.