I took a chance and circled her nipple with my mouth sucking gently on it. This brought more moans, and her crotch began to rise and fall to meet the ...hrusts of my hand. She started to murmur something I couldn't quite make out."Oh mmnn, mmnn, ammm Oh annmm, Oh Ann, Oh Ann. ohhhh"My heart leapt with excitement. It was so wonderful that this beautiful young woman was uttering my name as she orgasmed. I carried on fingering her, and sucking her nipple, her moans were getting louder and her gasps. “There's a store closet over there; you can use that to get changed in,” Mr. Harper said, whilst pointing in the direction of the closet.As she shut the door, Liz looked at the skirt and blazer; it looked as if it was going to be a bit of a squeeze. She unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall down to the ground before picking it up, folding it, and resting it on one of the shelves. She then took off her waistcoat, folded it and put it with her skirt. The kilt went on nicely enough. Liz tucked. "My heart was still pumping hard in my chest, as if I'd just finished running up a flight of stairs.She squeezed my hand in hers, loosely, because of the loss of strength in her muscles from the MS. "Please tell me. I want to know who your seeing. That's all. I'd like to know what her name is. Please?"Taking in a deep breath, and then letting it out, I said: "I'm not seeing another woman. I told you." But I'm certain your seeing someone else for sex," she replied, now expressing, not anger, but. Too dangerous he said. I remember gawking at how ridiculous that sounded. But he was right. I wasn’t from around these parts. I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Yet. Coffee, I wondered as I added a spoonful into each mug, does he think that is that code for sex? I hope so.As the kettle boils and we’re making small talk, I look out the window into the darkness at my back garden. I’m thankful that out here in the remote countryside I’m surrounded with trees and not houses. I haven’t had time.