.. his hand slid the shorts up and starting brushing the skin of my inner thigh. I immediately got goosebumps as his hand crept further and further up...ard."Erm, what are you doing?" I said, stopping mid-chew.He smirked, removing the bowl of popcorn from my hands and setting it on the table. He stood up, then offered me a hand.I reluctantly took it, and he led me to our bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed, his face looking mischievous."Dylan- you know we can't have sex until-" I began, but. Ronnie again ran her hand over my cock and balls, this time unobstructed by my pyjamas, she cupped my balls in her hand, rolling them around, playing with them. She seemed enthralled with them, I wondered what she was thinking as she played with the balls that had produced the sperm that had created her.Whatever she was thinking, finally she was satisfied, she released my balls and moved her hand back to my cock. Ronnie gripped my cock quite firmly and started to move her hand up and down the. Yes, Chris thought, there was no reason for her being so afraid when he'd come to the door.She would try to act the lady, conversing fluently in French with this mysteriously good-looking gentleman, and remember her etiquette, squeezing her lemon with the prongs of the fork, dipping the soup spoon away instead of towards you... those tiny, yet consequential vignettes of cuisine that separated the more sophisticated from the lesser. And when the Chateaubriand for two would be served, she would. Moira arrivedhome shortly afterward and saw the box on the kitchen table where I'dleft it. I heard her exclaim her delight."Oh, good, it came."Coming back from the bedroom I saw she was busy with a paring knifeopening it."What is it?" I asked."Some stuff I ordered from a special web site."I still must have looked puzzled as she began to take various packagesfrom the box and putting them on the table.Opening up one of the packages, a long box about 10" by 3" she took out areplica of a.