Now it LOOKS like a ‘penis.’” She started kneading and rubbing it. “It’ll grow in a minute if you keep that up.” Sure enough, as s...e fondled my shaft it stiffened and swelled under her warm fist. She smiled and started stroking up and down. “Betsy, easy! Don’t Betsy! Dammit! Marcie taught you how to do this? She’s mighty young yet.” “Well…, she had an educational video.” “Educational? Ooh! Easy, sweetie! Ah, and what was this sex education video called?” Cheerfully:. “I’m not really sad though, I’m just concerned about Ashley. How has she been with you?”“She hasn’t seemed any different, other than mentioning she’s been experiencing morning sickness. But I don’t live here, so I see her mostly on weekends. Why?”“She’s been annoyed lately, I think by me. We’re guessing it’s to do with the pregnancy, but none of us are really sure.”“Well, that explains what Kristen said, that she was trying to figure out a puzzle and was going to get help. In the meantime, I. His long hair had been cut short for thismission, so he wore a wig, reminiscent of his previous style. Thedetermined look in his grey-green eyes had not changed however. In factit was exactly those eyes why he was chosen for this mission. Those sameeyes now went through the invitation slip on his table again: a requestfrom the Prince of Portugal to come to court for a Midsummer's Eve party.The Pope himself had pulled some strings and managed to get him invited.Most of these parties simply. I didn't move a muscle and this made him bolder and his hand inched up to cup the cheek of my ass and now of course I knew it was much more than accidental. My mind raced thinking that I should move away, I was also embarrassed that someone else could be watching but I was also transfixed at how nice it felt.Then the hand moved some more between my thighs brushing against my almost hairless pussy with just the thin fabric of my cotton underpants between his fingers and me. I know he felt me.