“Ketchup?” she asked, but from the way she smirked, her brows forming questions, I knew that wasn’t all she was asking. I could, of course, just...take my meal and drive off, but something told me that, if I did, our little game was over, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted - needed - to find out how far she was willing to take it, to be honest. Feeling my face heat up under her subtle scrutiny, I slowly pulled the hem of my skirt up my thighs until she had a good view of my naked, obviously. Mike laughed to himself at the pun - Richard the Dick! How apt. He started the car and drove over to Brianna's. "Wonder what's gone bust this time." He wondered aloud. He really didn't mind helping. He just felt that sometimes he was being made use off. What was worse was that it was always Theresa that called for his help. It was never Bri. Mike knew that Theresa was a stingy old cat. Cute, but a stingy old cat all the same. He was glad that Bri hadn't. Pagato si era pagato e salimmo sulle nostre vetture ed imboccammo il lungo rettilineo di strada bianca che conduceva al parcheggio della spiaggia.Arrivati si fermarono davanti al capanno e ci incamminammo verso la pineta, Carlo aveva un sacchetto in mano, non parlavano ed Eva era in chiara difficoltà vista la sabbia e i tacchi alti, io li seguivo in silenzio.Arrivati a metà della piccola pineta davanti a un pezzo di staccionata Carlo si fermò e con un tono perentorio, diverso da prima si. This was far outwith my experience. My testicles felt like someone was playing conkers with them, knocking them against someone else's. And then, the strangest thing - the Contessa took one hand from the wall and started touching her erect clitoris, and my knees went weak - because I felt it. I had to focus so that I didn't collapse under her. I had felt her touch an organ than was not there, had never been there. I have heard of amputees feeling pain in appendages that were no longer there,.