He didn't need to say anything; George had heard Beatrice go off at Bernie many times in the past over his gambling.Actually my brother-in-law Bernie ...as an all right bloke really, just -- to my mind -- a little too slow on old the up-take and a little too attached to his sister. He was pretty boring to talk too as well, unless the subject was horse racing, or the dogs.For some reason (probably his gambling) Bernie had never been able to find a woman of his own. Well, they'd never hung around. I'd start touching myself through my pants, looking into your eyes and watching you slowly put your hand on your crotch, feeling your rock hard dick. As I start to let out little moans you put your hand towards my pussy but stop you just before you get to feel how wet I am. Instead I take my bra off and sit on your lap while you kiss my soft boobs and gently lick my nipplesBefore I get up, you hold me by the back of the neck and kiss my chest, neck and my lips. After kissing you back, I get on. Then a deep male voice penetrates the blankness in her mind. “Hold still,” the voice sounds very far away, and she hardly remembers whom this voice belongs to. Somehow she knows that she needs to obey the command, though she felt so spaced out that she might lose her consciousness at any second. Panting hard, she tries to control her trembling body as requested. Something is put between her legs, against her smooth skin, just below her dripping pussy. She has no idea what that is and she does. ” She watches his face, waiting for his reaction. “Ok...” is all he says, before turning away. “Please tell me what you're thinking.” She watches his back, seeing it tense up through outline of his blue jacket. His hands dive into his pockets as he stands facing away from her. “I don't know what to think. I need some time." His hand reaches towards the brass door handle. “Are you going to run away again?” She says moving to stand, her question is more of a statement to his ears than a.