Ran my hands down her back till I got to her ass and pulled her close. I’m sure she could feel my throbbing shaft as it pushed against her pelvis. I...know for sure because she began to grind herself against me. I reached up to her waist and untucked her shirt and slide my hands across her bareback. She didn’t have large breasts and hands didn’t need a bra. I moved my hands around her front and went straight to her nipples she responded but I’m doing my zipper and pulling my shaft out. I undid. " Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir." Anne scurried off, returning a minute or so later with a pint of lager. Baltus pointed to the table beside his chair. Anne bent over to place the beer on the table. Baltus thought briefly about reaching up under her skirt, but decided not to. At least not yet. He didn't want her to spill the beverage.Baltus pointed to his lap and said, "Come sit here."Anne, looking a bit surprised at the forwardness of the Lord of the Manor, did so gingerly, sitting side saddle on. We had no friends in common, so I couldn’t ruin their reputations. If they subjected me to the occasional sexual experiment, who could I tell?Or whom.It was a cool Saturday afternoon in October. I had just finished my deliveries and was trolling back through my route, my empty canvas bag hanging from my shoulder, my payment book in my back pocket, collecting money from the few customers I had missed when I made my rounds on Thursday and Friday nights. It’s hard to remember after so many years. He walked across it and sniffed the bag of books.“Yes, these are the books from the book store. How did they get here?” he asked, as he sat down and started cleaning his face and whiskers.“Off the table, AL,” I told him, as I picked up the bags of groceries and placed them on the table before answering.“How could the books be here? They were in the car at the Goodwill, I’m sure,” I told Al who was sitting on one of the chairs around the table now.“How did you come back from the dead?” he asked,.