She pulled he bra back up in place, but didn't seem to be in a hurry to make the adjustment. Far from solving my erection problem, my dick was really ...tarting to twitch, as if trying to climb out of my suit. Katie said, “Remember when I was little and you used to pitch me up to do backflips? Do you think you could still do that?”I replied, “You're a lot bigger now, but I bet we can still do it.” With that, I interlaced my fingers down low for her to step in. She put her hands on my. It felt a little sticky. ‘Oh, how embarrassing!’ cried Dora. ‘I forgot I left that there.’ She grabbed it out of my hand, standing uncomfortably close as she did so. ‘There was a George Clooney movie on the telly last night,’ she added with a wink. There are no hard and fast rules about how we are to speak to the customers. The only rules are that there should be no physical contact more intimate than a handshake. Personally, I think it lends an air of class to come on a little posh, so I. ’ As they ate their lunch, Luke watched Doreen take small bites of her burger and chew slowly. ‘This is really good,’ she said. ‘Save room for dessert,’ he told her. At first she protested, but it didn’t take much to convince her to order a chocolate brownie with ice cream. The waitress brought two spoons, and Luke took a few bites before letting his niece have the rest. On the way back to Belmont, Doreen grew quiet, and when Luke looked over at her, he found that she’d fallen asleep, her. “Your fingers!…. Put them in me!” she panted. I slipped one in as far as it would go. “No! …Two…two fingers!” I pulled out enough to slip my ring finger inside next to my middle finger. “Yess! Oh fuck! Yes!” she encouraged me, rolling her hips to get me in deeper. “Palm up!” she said. And moaned as my fingers twisted inside her cloying pussy. “Now scratch! … Scratch my cunt!” I flexed my fingers, feeling the soft pebbly surface of her g-spot. “Ohhh! God! Yessss!” she cried I continued to rub.