“Hello” you said as you answered the phone, and put it on speaker.“I was going to call to tell you the house better be fucking clean by the time...I get home”“Uh huh” you replied.“Look, woman, what have I told you about talking while I’m talking.”“I was…”“You were just shutting the fuck up”“yes” you replied again and let your hand slide down my belly to my soft dick while Tom went on his tirade.“Now, this case has gone pear shaped and I have to stay. That does not mean that freeloader Peter gets. We were clearly moving outside the secure bubble he had allowed for me but he was sure I was ready … and I wanted to be … I wanted to be ready and willing completely. I had the feeling this was the night all our questions regarding that would be answered.I leaned back against the booth and shimmied the scant material over my hips and down my legs. I raised my foot to the side, took it from my foot, and handed it across the table to him. He spread it out on the table, the wet crotch leaving a. “Roddy,” she reproved me, “I said ‘Good Morning’!”“Oh, er, Good Morning,” I blushed, having been caught out. “Did you sleep well?”“Very well,” she said, “and I’m glad you like my legs.”“Like the rest of you, they’re perfect, but quite a distraction.”She walked over to the teapot and kettle, and having checked that tea had not been made, but the kettle boiled, proceeded to make it. She went to the fridge, bent to pick up the milk bottle, giving a perfect view of her sheer high leg briefs and a. I kissed Gina again and she mumbled something. We didn’t have to be at our parents’ hotel until eight, so I figured we had a little time to fool around. Well, my morning hard-on figured we had time to fool around a little. So I pressed it against the soft swell of Gina’s ass. Then I reached under the covers and cupped her breast.“Izzit time to get up?” she asked groggily.“Not yet.”“Mmmmm. Okay. G’night.”Instead of letting her go back to sleep, I nuzzled her warm neck and inhaled her scent. Then.