I'd say to stay as long as you like. I probably ought to have the Taurus back before we head west, but I don't know when that'll be. Worse come to wor...t, you could drive the Taurus back home, hang around for a few days, and drive your own car back down here." All right, I'll figure on staying for a while, then," she replied. "Maybe if we're looking at a stretch of bad weather I could make a quick trip back." All right, then," Roger said. "Cattail, let's get started tearing the motor home down. He stroked her leg gently, feeling his cock stirring as he moved his hand up and down her thigh.Almost without thinking, she put her arm round his shoulders, and he pressed himself against her. He looked up at her, and she smiled down at him.He moved his hand higher up her leg.'No, dear, you mustn't!, ' she said, although she didn't attempt to move his hand away.He looked at her pleadingly: she found it almost impossible to refuse him anything, and she relented.'Well, then — just a kiss, ' she. He says it's sexy and I don't mind the taste. It's just, well, it's nasty and it always makes me blush, and my nipples get hard when I blush, my whole body tingles and I get doubly horny! I've told him what happens and that it's a losing battle and having to do it only makes me hornier.He just chuckles and says he likes me horny.It's infuriating!I resigned myself to doing it, and I could feel myself blushing more just thinking about it. Taking a deep breath and then pouting unconsciously, I. Another loathsome word. Her skin was smooth and soft, not quite so sickly pale as her mother preferred, but certainly not ‘burned brown like a washerwoman,’ as her mother lamented. Her arms were slender, but strong, and her hands were slightly broad, more like her father’s than her mother’s, with long fingers. She liked being able to do things she wasn’t supposed to, as long as she was out of her mother’s sight, and her father liked knowing she was doing them despite her mother’s protests. At.