" Is all I could manage to reply.He slides a hand down my stomach down in between my legs. I lift my body in response to his hand as it slides down my...body. I never want his touch to leave my body. When his hand disappears between my thighs I can't help but move my hips into his hand, begging him to penetrate me. He doesn't. I feel his body move over mine, I bite my lip, it's so hard to contain my excitement as his erect hardness presses against my thigh, my blood pulses faster, his energy now. I was immediately suspicious. Of course, I immediately put the sock to my nose and began to masturbate intensely, breathing in the sweat and perfume. She’s a big runner, so her socks always smelled of sweat and the perfume she used to mask the scent. I can’t remember what it was. It was intoxicating. However, after I finished jacking off and threw the sock to her side of the room, I could think clearly. It seemed too much of a coincidence that right after I jacked off looking at her feet with. " Because they're the boys' grandparents?" Eve asked, likely pushing at a point."Well, yes," Dave nodded. "Julie was an only child, too. Stan pushed her several times to quit Bellinger Gates and move back to Hartford so she could take over his business. Julie never wanted to; she'd worked hard enough to get out of Hartford in the first place. Right now, though, I wish the hell Stan had talked her into it." Hindsight," Eve pointed out. "Nothing but a might-have-been, and there's no control over. The buldge in my suit slacks became more noticable and I rubbed it against the crotch of her satin panties. " Do you have your Dracula cape here?" she asked. "It's in the car," I responded. "Please go get it", she moaned. I almost tore the door off the hinges in my haste to get outside. Upon my return she bade me to strip and wear only the cape. The sudden sensation of the cold satin against my warm skin caused me to get harder than I had been in a long time. A moan escaped her lips as she was.