..... It was as much as I could do not to push my face onto her and taste her as I was so turned on by this time ......She worked for a while on my sh...ulders then gradually leaned over my and ran both hands down my back her pussy now in my face I felt the towel being pushed down off my bottom ......She moved away almost immediately after she had moved my towel and went to the foot of the bed .....I felt the towel being removed completely ........She poured some more warm oil down my back and. I also insured that she had with her a large package of tissues for clean up.For our next trip, she selected a blouse with only four big buttons and a wrap skirt. I insisted that she wear stockings and garter-belt and no bra. She pleaded to wear panties to the theater, as it was winter and quite cold. I allowed this under the condition that she would remove them in the cab in front of the theater and give them to the cab driver as a tip.When we arrived at the theater, I reminded her of her. But privately, growing more and more aware of her body’s reaction to the excitement, as it instinctively moves back or presses forward against open hands and errant fingers. She continues to make her way closer to the platform. A reed caught in the swell of fast rising water, she pushes herself onward. Wanting, needing to be closer. To see the anguish in these men’s eyes, to watch as their look shifts to a brief, yet brilliant flash of hope as the moment looms ever closer, to witness the final,. Shortly, Matilda bathed the two youngsters together, while the others dragged two mattresses into the living area. No one wanted to sleep apart. The ‘adults’ paired up and showered - mostly for comfort and companionship - hanky-panky was deferred for the duration. Dried and lightly clad, they piled onto the mattresses and slept, with the youngsters in the middle.At some point both cats joined them, Delilah slept curled around Susan’s head and Sampson nestled between Mishka’s feet. Having grown.