Now everyone knows about yesterday I think. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. But she still wanted me.“Yeah. Don’t you want to?”“Uh, sur.... If you want me to.”“I do.”So here I was about to participate in my first relief assist. Second really, but the first didn’t count, did it? Anyway, I was a little more prepared for it this time and tried to do better today. Hmmm. What to do? I had to use a little imagination. After only a few seconds thought I knew what I was going to do.I really wanted. “Master Dick has made it clear that he can’t leave Bludhaven. Master Tim intends to come when he’s able, but even if he were here, it wouldn’t change the fact that Master Bruce chose you.” Alfred is being blunt; he must be feeling edgy.Barbara scowls. “You know that I’m in school, right?”“You’ll have to take a sabbatical. Ms. Gordon, ninety days is too long to leave this city unattended.”“Oh, please, Alfred. You don’t even believe in all this,” she says, gesturing at the cave.That doesn’t faze. Duh. Anyway, it was time for the kids to learn there was more to finger food than chicken wings. Punch, yes, booze, no. The hot food would come later in the evening, though. They could start with chips and soft drinks or punch.A plan for the evening? Well, not really, although we generally thought we'd let the kids start out with board games. Then food, followed by dancing. Slow dancing, for the most part and sort of an outline of how the evening would go. Christmas music on the stereo to. He pressed gently and she moaned. He lifted his eyes, to find her staring at him again, with something in her eyes that urged him on, but also showed appreciation for his gentleness.It took him thirty seconds until he felt the skin at the base of his prick press wetly against her spread labia."Ohhhh yes," she whispered.It felt so good to be in her that he simply left himself there, buried, and ground against her, trying to push even deeper. Her hands helped him, her nails digging deep into the.