Maybe it's too late." She slid in next to me and held me, sliding a hand down and massaging my pussy as she said, "No. It's not to late Betsy. I won't...let it be too late."I kind of heard her as my mind focused on the feel of her hand on my pussy again. Just sliding across my panties, pressing in, pushing against my very wet pussy. I orgasmed again less than five minutes later, making me feel so bad. As I licked her hand clean I sobbed a little and listened as she told me she would help me. "Gabriela set out a platter of deli meats and cheeses along with fresh bakery buns. Then she grabbed some bowls for the fruit salad Effie brought. It was simple fare but delicious. They had a pleasant meal and shared in the cleaning up afterward.Effie went into the living room and sat on the sofa with the bag she'd brought at her feet. "I thought you might be interested in seeing these."Gabriela watched as she pulled out three photo albums. Seth's mom handed her one to start with."This is his. Leeds asked.Thomas was about to shrug, but Mirabel answered the question.“She confided to me that the Curry family owns six merchantmen outright and has strong interest in a few more. Mr. Curry only took command of the Jenny Girl schooner to conduct important business negotiations with Greek merchants. The loss of the Jenny Girl will not hurt them too much, and she was insured anyway.” Seeing Thomas’s look, she smiled. “I noticed her excellent education and it did not fit the daughter of a. At my suggestion she shortened it by five plus inches. Now it was a perfect ad to “ FUCK ME”. By 8:30 in the evening, we closed the door and dressed for our night out! We drove to the theater which was about twenty minutes from her home. We were both excited about what the evening might hold. She knew of two theaters. We opted for the closer one. We entered a well lit showroom stocked with the usual assortment of adult.