Hugs and kisses were shared and I noticed Brad stayed back. Liz gave them their leftovers and they left. Five minutes later, after a Veronica pit stop... she and Phil were gone, too. That left Brad, Elizabeth and me. Brad sat at one end of the couch. I sat in my recliner. Liz came out of the kitchen and sat in my lap. When Beth came out of the bathroom she sat at the other end of the couch. Brad asked Beth, ‘Where do you live?’ ‘We live here with Pete.’ ‘Both of you?’ He looked from Beth to Liz. Quickly I placed it back over my private parts, but not quickly enough. "There's no need to be modest," said Vanessa with a wink. "He's quite cute when he's asleep." "Look," I said, trying hard to maintain some kind of dignity, "you can't have bought this island just so that you could come here and annoy me. What are you doing here?" "Well, David, to tell you the truth, we're both here for the same reason," she explained. "I'm a writer and I needed a place where I could get away from. He warmed the lotion on his hands before sliding up the back of the thigh of the leg he was sitting over. Each time his hands moved up from her knee, they went slowly higher before swapping and moving up the sides of her thighs. He heard her sigh as his hands reached the top of her thigh, and she moved her free leg over a bit more, inviting his hands higher.He needed no further hint and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until his fingers brushed the lace edging of her knickers. The tips. .". The conversation went on like that for 45 minutes that seemed like hours. She asked me how many times I masturbated a day (usually three), what I thought of (you, mom, hoping without luck that my direct approach would end the conversation). Do I ever eat my own cum (sometimes, but it would be more fun doing that with a girl). What girls interest me (Becky a 14 year old next door that will touch my hardon but won't let me touch her much less cum) We ended the conversation with her taking.