”James nodded and looked up. He felt that old familiar spark of anger well up inside and, with it, a burst of energy. He could feel the force buildi...g around him and, as they turned the corner, he spotted his opportunity. His mouth tightened; his eyes gazed away thoughtfully into the distance. He felt a mouse in the force, reached out with his mind and grabbed it, then yanked it into the corridor and directed it at the stormtrooper.“Holy shit!” was all the trooper could say as he dodged out of. There, oh, yes, yes. There. My clit.”She was trying desperately to hang on to any composure she might have left, and if he wanted to obey her next request she might go over the edge. Her fingers had continued to glide along his cock, as she said breathily, “Want to really please the girls, Chris? Put your mouth and tongue where your finger is.”Chris raised his head from her breasts and doubt showed on his face as he asked, ”You mean, lick down there?”Cassie placed a hand on the side of Chris’s. My mother is cool when Dad isn't around, but unfortunately is pretty whipped when he is. Finally, they don't trust Hailey or I a bit! Which is the shocking part of the whole trip. Come to think of it, should I be worried? Oh and there is one more category. The "passive aggressive" parent, they are the biggest pansies in my opinion. Their kids walk all over them, and get everything they want otherwise all hell breaks loose. Ah yeah, wouldn't that be nice. Sadly this often results in the same. ”Another squeeze of my thigh by Ellen. I swallowed hard and tried to think of something smart to say. No luck. I was brain fucked. Totally.Thankfully the waiter appeared…and while slyly looking at Ellen’s display of tit flesh…managed to suggest that we order. Boy was I glad to see that guy.We ordered and I added a nice bottle of Chardonnay to the meal and we relaxed and talked and even flirted a bit…somehow my hand would up on Ellen’s thigh and when a lightly rubbed a few times….she.