She lifted my left calve up putting it against her chest as she held my foot with one hand and the underside of my thigh with the other. Pressing agai...st me with her chest she pushed my leg up towards my upper body. Her full tits felt great on my legs. I could feel my cock slip down between my legs and just as it did the hand under my thigh rubbed up my thigh towards my ass. I took a quick breath in and moaned very noticeably. She asked me if that felt good and of course I told her it did but I. Neither of which was supposed to be there to leak out, by the way."I'll distract her while you go change," I said."So how did your plan go?" asked Lynne. She was cutting up apples, getting them ready to go in pies. She planned on making a dozen and then freezing them. Well, eleven of them, anyway."Plan?" You said you had a plan before you left," she reminded me."Oh ... that," I said. It was obvious the plan ... if there had been one at all ... had failed miserably."Don't tell me..." Lynne. “Sit.” She pointed at her bed. It had been carefully made. I sat on the edge of the mattress, knees pressed together shyly so that I had the illusion of modesty, hands folded on my lap, watching her with anticipation. “Give me your hand, pet.”I obliged, unable to resist the need growing out of control inside me, holding still as she attached the same leather cuff she’d used the night before. This time, she didn’t stop at merely buckling it tightly around my wrist. She slipped a small. Becky and the girls had stayed behind to change and get beer for the ride. Becky had come to a conclusion that she needed help to keep from what she feared of Trevor further withdrawing into himself and/or have an actual breakdown due to what she knew as years of an acute case of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. In addition, she had uncovered some very unsettling and heart breaking information while moving some file boxes to storage – that Trevors work involved quite more than what he publicly.