The good judge asked Dian for a drink, when she handed him the shot of scotch, he invited her to sit next to him on the over stuffed black couch. Not ...ure but ever mindful that she was to obey her elders Dian obeyed.Dian sat on the over sized coach next to the judge as he made small talk. She could not help noticing how friendly he was being towards her. Every now and then, he would brush his hand over her back just to get a feel of her soft smooth skin.He offered her a taste of his scotch, she. I reached the road and contemplated which direction to head. Friday night ... There’s probably a party at Brian’s house. A most ridiculous thought, of course, but suddenly the simplicity of hanging out with my old friends and getting trashed seemed rather appealing. Even if it would be strange as hell if I showed up there. Then again, it’ll be all people I don’t really know that well ... Brian wouldn’t give a shit, just call out a loud greeting as usual ... But then what... ?I paced around the. She kissed the nape of his neck as she began to unbutton his shirt.Laura traced her fingernails up and down his smooth chest as she enjoyed his playful tongue mixing with hers. She felt his hands working closer to her crotch. Her face was flushed, overcome with lust for her cousin. Her hips began to work back and forth, lightly rubbing herself on his crotch. She felt one finger find her warmth, causing her to moan.“That’s it, Steven,” she encouraged, “Touch me! I’m so wet…”He slipped his. ‘Please,’ she begs, her breathing fast and shallow. ‘Please, Jeff, I want you. Don’t make me wait anymore. We’ve been leading up to this for forever! Please?’ Her tone is pleading, and she bites her lower lip in frustration as the zipper on his trousers refuses to cooperate. He carefully backs her into the corner, then pulls up the hem of her dress. A red lace garter belt, mate to her bra, secures dark stockings. One arm goes around her waist, holding up her dress and supporting her. The hand.