Then somescrambled eggs - two will be plenty - and a couple slices oftoast. Not too dark please. You can make yourself anything youlike and join me fo... breakfast. That'll be so nice!"Delighted, I slithered out from under the bed sheets. "Myclothes? I can't remember where I put them."She got a puzzled look on her face. "You're wearing them. Whatclothes are you talking about?" My other clothes. Pants, shirt - you know?"She shook her head, smiling at my ridiculous notion. "You'll bedoing woman's. .. I nodded to the guy and they finished their pints off then got up and went outside....we followed them for a few minutes until we came to some some small woods then along a path into a little clearing that thank God, was well away from the road.I started to kiss her and they all came over and put their hands all over her lovely body, I stood back and told them she loves her clit to be rubbed through her tiny, white g-string, By now they had taken her jacket and tight blouse off and pulled up. You are at home, in the living room, and you are not alone. Your father is also here. “Nice to see you’re still alive, son,” he says. “How do you feel?”He holds a hand out to help you stand up. You grab his hand and, as you were about to answer him, he punches you in the stomach, and another time in the face and you fall back onto the sofa.“That is what happens when you don’t respect women, son!”Then he walks away, muttering something you do not fully understand. You just lay there, coughing,. She forgot her request and moaned in pleasure as his fingers circled over her nipples. The silky smooth material of his purple gloves created sensations she had never felt before, and she found herself wondering how those same gloved fingers would feel rubbing against her clit. The Joker must have been thinking the same thing, because one of his hands was gliding down her thigh and hiking up the short skirt. Before Stacy could plead once more his fingers were there, rubbing the length.