His eyes widened and his breath went ragged.“Have you ever touched a woman, like this?” Mel asked.Her voice just dripped raw sexuality.“N-no Ma�...�am—” Mel gave him a little glare. “Mel! I mean, no Mel, I haven’t.”She reached up with her other hand, and turned his hand so it was now placed on her d-cup breast.I watched him smile as he squeezed gently, then he suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at me.“She umm… took my hand…”“It’s okay buddy, go ahead. I’m going to sit down over here,” I said. What a waste that would be, though. His voice is deep and pleasant. And closer than expected.And now I'm crossing into tactile hallucinations, because I can feel a touch on the small of my back, and the whisper of a breath against the shell of my ear. His voice sends tickling vibrations zapping down my spine. I want to squirm away from the intensity of it, but I don't.“If that's how you want to play... let's play.” His touch gets more insistent. His breath is hot. “Here are the rules: You move,. ‘Get on with it, okay?’ ‘Right,’ said Lana, with a long exhalation. She sat down. ‘The 25 are too many. I got back to them—in person’—she looked up and grinned. ‘I told them we had limited resources, this was a charity, so we thought the size of the gift should be the deciding factor.’ ‘But how many?’ I asked. ‘Just the six of us,’ said Lana ‘This has GOT to be discreet. I told disappointed customers that next year is a possibility, IF this is kept under wraps…’ ‘Mind telling us the so-called. "Why don't we take the pizzas to the kitchen and eat there? No reason to be formal and eat in the dining room, besides, too many people can see us through the dining room windows." That's true," Grandpa Max said as he and the others followed the red-head into the kitchen. "And it sounds like you have an idea for something that we might want a little privacy for." Just a little idea," Gwen said with a grin as she set the pizza box down on the table and went to the cupboard for some paper plates.