"Sorry, Ma'am, I've been picking and canning apples for the last three weeks, and I'm heartily sick of them, so no thank you." I do like a polite zomb...e! Some dried fruit? I've got raisins and currants in my baking cupboard?" No, thank you, Ma'am, they don't agree with my digestion. You REALLY wouldn't like a zombie with wind, I'm afraid." Oh dear! I don't seem to have a treat for you! I'm so sorry - please don't play too nasty a trick on me!"I put on my brightest, friendliest smile as I said. She’s not very tall.I don’t know how to react. Surely after all our talk she knows what’s up in my lap? But she has made it a public request by talking, and mom is involved, and saying it’s fine. I can’t say no and not seem like a jerk to my kid sister.So she curls up on her side, with a pillow by my armrest on the door side, and her sock-covered feet tucked on mom’s lap. I guess it’s comfortable for her - though it’s not quite legal because she’s undone her seatbelt.It’s not horrible - her. It felt loving and intimate to do this, especially in front of so many people. Slutkitten obediently and affectionately drank it all. By the time Fucktwat's bladder was empty she felt an orgasm approaching. There was nobody here to stop her from having it, but at the end of the day Fucktwat really was a good, obedient slut, and the only person who was supposed to make her cum today was her husband. Her mind clouded with arousal, she pulled her cunt away from the pleasurable tongue,. What have I become?I opened my handbag to drop in the new phone number, saw the chick's number and I looked back and forth at the numbers. Both of these girls want me. Kathy loves me. Dad wants me, and I want him, but he's afraid to do anything. What am I going to do? I dropped the numbers into my bag.I seriously needed distraction, so I wandered to the cinema and picked the next one that was starting. A dumb action flick but I figured that will work. It did work. I hated the film, but it.