I froze, but my cock twitched and her hand squeezed. I tried lying still, with her hand holding my cock it was impossible. My hand and fingers were m...ving up and down her almost hairless pussy. I was exerting a little more pressure and my finger was sliding deeper into her wet vagina, with each stroke she flinched. When I reached her hymen she shivered, when it rubbed over her tiny clit she would press into my hand. Each time that happened Cat would squeeze or slide her hand down and back up. Forgetting I had my toys out, I told him where the bathroom was. I looked in the bag to find a bottle of wine. I looked at Mary questioningly and she just smiled back. "You said you wanted to relax so we came to join you," she said as her smile widened. "But, I told you I wanted to be alone. You knew that," I complained. "I know, but we have a way of relaxing that I thought you might like," she said. "Besides, I knew you would have your shower finished by now, even if you did play around a. "I'm very pleased with how it turned out. There are a few odds and ends but it's very cozy!" she moves toward the kitchen. Drew nods vigorously. Clearing his throat, he watches Carol's hips sway as she moves. He follows her and when she sits down at the kitchen table, he sits across from her."So, Ms. Crest...my mom said you wanted to see me about something?" Drew asks nervously.Carol claps her hands. "Yes! I was hoping I could borrow you for an hour or so. You see, I have a spare bedroom that. We were invited to sit down before a compact fire-place and Ariadne asked us if we would like some tea. It was 4pm – time for that most British of daily rituals; afternoon tea. Ariadne left us alone and Tamsin smiled at me encouragingly. She pointed to a large painting that hung above the mantelpiece. I was astonished that I had not noticed it before. It depicted a faintly smiling blonde woman, probably in her late twenties, wearing a dark blue military uniform with medal ribbon bars on the.