Anna made the first move and started to softly kiss Fran on the lips, and slipping her tongue into Fran’s small mouth, Fran responded by tonguing An...a’s mouth and they kissed for what seemed ages. Anna move her hand down to the white blouse and slowly inserted her hand into the undone buttons and start to play with Fran’s much smaller breasts gentle caressing her erect nipples though the material, Fran responded by rubbing her hand along Anna’s thighs and reaching to the bottom of her cotton. She asked Sylvie about him."Reg Nibthwaite," Sylvie whispered. "Widowed some eighteen months ago and has gone into his shell. Owns Scargill Farm."Ellie nodded and went off to clear some plates away before taking the table the pudding menu. When she got back behind the bar she noticed that Reg Nibthwaite's glass was empty."Ready for a refill?" she asked."Thank you."He had the money ready for her when she brought his glass back. "You're new," he said."Standing in for Diane. She's off sick." Ah!". Once George was finally sat down Emma followed his directions and went to make them each a cup of tea during which time George exercised some self-discipline and brought his cock back under control.After some friendly chat it was time to get down to business and Emma reviewed the list of treatments he had been receiving to help George once again enjoy an independent, productive and satisfying life. Emma wanted to discuss the frequent references to ‘bathing’ in the file. “This house is old. I. She was an epitome of a structure left to the beholders of beauty to gape in awe and admiration. When she walked, she rolled her sari’s end on her wrists, and the sari fell over feet in urgency, the folds so stiff and current, embroidered her already statuesque picture with a concurrent force, and she seemed dragging the weight of expectation with every passing day. And so it happened, one day she turned her back to write on the board, which nobody cared really, that I noticed her bra strap on.