I would feel the firm but soft flesh of her breast fill my hand and my thumb would capture that nipple feeling its rubbery texture as I looked into he... eyes. She would smile and I would feel her hand on my leg as she moved to feel my erection begging her to take it out.My mind raced with this fantasy for more than a mere moment. It seemed I could feel the heat of her hand on my cock imprisoned in my trousers. Her fingers searching for the tip covered in layers of cloth yet sensitive to her. ” So true Emily,” responded Edward. “But my exploration was swiftly thwarted by the sound of my father’s seemingly angry voice in the corridor outside this room getting louder by the second as he grew closer.“Sir Edward paused for a moment and stroked the side of his newly manicured beard. “Blimey, so what did you do?” asked Mrs Millin intrigued by this story. “I quickly hid in that cupboard right behind you,” he said gesturing his hand in the direction of the large ornate oak cabinet which. He gave no thought to the stern woman's command, he just obeyed automatically; this had not gone unnoticed.In the kitchen, a tray with six cups was apparent, along with the coffee jar, spoons and kettle. An elegant cream boat and small pot of sugar were also upon the tray; all set out for him. He remembered what Athena had said and removed the sixth cup; the kettle boiled and as he returned to the lounge, his cock immediately lifted in the chiffon below the tray, as the sweet scent of soft. I had no expectation that Jerry would pull a truck into the driveway, but I could see him walking up the drive and save him a few steps.At 6:55 A very large pickup truck pulled into the drive. There was a short bed, but it had a crew cab, which probably made it longer than an ordinary pickup. I took my bag and bed roll out to the shiny black pick up truck. Jerry got out to greet me. When I reached him I said, "Nice truck but you can't carry much cargo in it." True we will be picking up a large.