Frank could see Elisabeth lying on the backseat through the open door. Her dress had been pushed all the way up around her waist. She slid out of the ...ackseat, not bothering picking up her discarded panties. When she stood, Elisabeth wiggled her ass while pushing her tight dress back down.They kissed a long hot kiss before the man got in the driver’s seat, cranked the engine, and drove off. Elisabeth walked over to Frank’s car and got in the passenger’s side. He asked his wife if the man gave. He had plenty of disposable income and seemed happy to spend it on me through flowers, dinner, drinks and the taxi to his home. I felt like he had a world of experience under his belt… and under his boxers for that matter and yet, he seemed reserved as he held the door open to his home. I walked ahead to the open plan kitchen and he offered me a drink, and I gladly accepted water and ice, feeling aware that he still had not kissed me yet. He went to take off his jacket in his bedroom and I. We chatted a while and I got to know Curtis a little bit more. I talked about myself and how Chris took care of me without revealing that she?s actually my uncle and not my aunt. Kevin was sitting there quietly watching Saturday Morning cartoons, behaving himself.Finding out that my uncle is now a woman is a little awkward to me, therefore I was planning to get myself a hotel room. Staying at her place is out of the question. I told Curtis that I wanted to spend some personal time with my. The thrill of soapy hands gliding over my flat belly interrupts my thoughts. They dip into my belly button then slide down over each hip to my long legs. They linger at my feet and a smile lifts my full lips at the incredibly erotic wave that is washing over me as your strong hands firmly massage my feet. This is my favorite part. My feet. You know that nothing turns me on more than a foot massage. It's like there is a direct nerve from my feet to my pussy and you know just how to stimulate.