Now, if her systems could only do something about the rest of her body. The head alone looked horribly disproportioned on a human body, far too big an... bulky, with its embedded, off-centre optics unit making the arrangement look like some kind of bizarre semi-insect."Hang on..." said the monitor suddenly, its voice much crisper. Back to its usual self, Nat thought with a sense of relief. "Yeah, there we go. Systems were a bit rusty. You should probably do this once a year, at least. Wouldn't. " His hand returned to my thigh moving ever higher under my skirt, " Come on babe one little blow-job won't hurt." He attempted to pull me across him but was thwarted by the hand brake, instead he reached with his free hand, squeezing my left breast hard, " Ow you bastard!" I squealed loudly," Ah you like that." No I most certainly do not!" I felt my facewith anger, he stroked the top of my thigh, his stiff cock twitching as he did so, I glanced at the time, there seemed no way out, " OK one. Piano music wafted from a speaker, which was played by a live pianist inside the restaurant proper.Erik and Rita were celebrating a long standing tradition of sharing Mother's Day brunch and they couldn't have asked for a better day to sit outside. It was in the upper sixties and the sky was a brilliant blue hung with fluffy clouds. The walls of the garden were festooned with blooming vines and although they weren't alone the space lent itself to a sense of intimacy. Ordinarily Erik's brother. “Yeah, good place to wait.”“And pass the time,” she said.We walked out into the autumn air together, holding hands. She was smiling. I was smiling. Life is good.Breakfast was remarkable only because I was sitting across the table from HER.We’d just gotten back in the room when her phone rang.“Good morning, Chuck. Have you got good news?” Pause. “Oh, okay. We’re still at the hotel, waiting. Call me when you get close, we’ll be there in the lobby waiting on you.”She sat the phone down. “We got an.