And her car. Partway.After we signed off with another explosion of I-love-yous I logged back on to Spook with the new laptop to which I'd treated myse...f. I'd yanked the hard drive out of the old one and beaten it with a hammer—literally—before I'd turned the machine over to the recyclers, to make sure to destroy any link to John Joseph Heyward. Reformatting would probably have been enough, and of course I'd done that too, but I'd wanted to be completely certain.I pulled up the script I'd. You are dressed in a shear peasant top, mini-skirt, and heels, no pantyhose or panties. The Party is in full "swing", the booze is flowing, and everyone is nice and loose. I have introduced you around, guiding you through the people with my hand on your ass, you clinging to my arm. It is quite clear to all that you are MINE. Every now and then I reach under your skirt and squeeze your bare ass or run a finger along your crack, reminding you of what is to come. At a specific time, I excuse. She was to embarassed to say anything for fear of looking immature, she could feel him looking aver her shoulder, when she looked down she noticed a bit of her right nipple was showing, "omg she thought, I hope he doesnt see" but he did see and he liked what he saw, causing a stirring in his shorts, she could feel him gently push his cock against her ass, but wasnt quite sure what he was doing or why. Finally he broke the silence, "I cant believe how much you have grown, you really are turning. Thank you so much." Better thank God, Ethel. I have no power of myself." There was a moment I can only describe as a deep communion and I found myself regretting my youth, and that I had not known her as a young woman. I'll say here that I'm an Anglican, not a Roman Catholic, and I have no personal objection to marriage; I just had never met a woman with whom I had a mutual desire to wed. "Ethel, would you like me to call on you during the week? If the prayer helped, I could pray some more.".