I was lying about a foot or so away from her on her bed."Why are you so far away?" She asked."Oh, I don't know. You don't have the TV on, so I wasn't...going to lie on my side real close to you, unless you want me to." I replied."Well, of course I do." She happily acknowledged.I rolled over to my right side and was literally against her, and she took her left arm and pulled me even closer. I put my left arm across her, of course resting on her big long boobs that were lying down on her. He frowned as he tried to find asuitable argument against that particular course of action, butfound none. He'd go to his special apartments and collect hisfew feminine disguises, too. And he would go to the pawns andsecond-hand shops for women as well."DAMN your black soul to HELL, Moriarty," Holmes snarled, andthen strode to the servants' quarters and the back door of theBaker Street apartment. Moments later, he returned to his study. Holmes found what he wanted and quietly slipped into. Sit up, Bill, I said, planning to offer to let him go to the bathroom. He sat up, but he still had that blank look, and said nothing. Very uncharacteristic. Bill, do you need to go to the bathroom? No maam, he replied without looking at me. I froze. The implications of what I had just heard were enormous. Bill did you need to go to the bathroom when you last asked for a bathroom break? No maam. Could this be? Bill, when you last asked for a bathroom break, were you trying to deceive me? Yes,. So much so that there was already a small pool of it on the deck between his knees. “Stand up, slut,” I told him, “stroke both cocks together” I directed, as I spread my legs wider to allow him to get close enough to bring our cocks into contact. He had to squat a little awkwardly, but pressed close and began to mimic my actions from yesterday. Rubbing the slick cockheads together, mingling the pre that he’d pumped from our cocks. Balancing carefully on the moving boat, he wrapped his hands.