“Very sorry for both of you, but if I can perhaps relieve her loneliness and yours for a moment, maybe it will be worthwhile, plus I’m not exactly...dating anyone myself. Tell me the truth, was that the ulterior motive behind this? A professional repairman could have fixed this easier, but your mother asked a neighbor, namely me. Not that I minded, of course. It’s a pleasure to hang around here and spend time with the both of you,” I assured April, who reached out a hand to touch my face, letting. Vince was behindme with his arms wrapped loosely around my waist. That left me free tomove to the beat - and rub up against his body. BBG has one of thosestage-cam setups. Anyone who can't see the stage through the crush ofbodies can watch what's going on via strategically-placed big-screenplasma monitors. So, how does a slightly-drunk, maxed-out-femmeattention junkie feel about dancing onstage, in the arms of acertifiable hunk of U.S. Prime, with every eye in the place riveted onher every. .. I'm not goingto say I like being treated like a baby... but cuddling is kind ofnice?" My face turned bright red.Her face broke into a wide smile and said, "Well if you insist!" Shepicked me up and squeezed me into a hug before placing me on her hip andcarrying me downstairs.I was carried to the kitchen sink and she held me up as I washed myhands in the water there before she placed me in my highchair, taking myphone and putting it on the table out of my reach. She hadn't buckledthe harness. She cried out as I flipped her onto her stomach, my breasts pillowing on her dark back.“Ooh, you've been naughty again, Dr. Rita,” I purred as she squirmed beneath me. The more she struggled, the wetter my pussy became. “But don't worry, I know just the punishment.”Her water pressed in at my swirling winds. So I engulfed us in my tornado, a shield of howling air that drove back the river. The water swept around it, guided away from our flesh by the cyclone. Mist drifted across us as my.