"Did you like being groped?" she whispers."Yes" I reply quietly. My mind is ablaze with wondering. How many times has she been touched in public by st...angers? How often has she felt the dizzy ambiguity of emotion? The eagerness in her kissing, her questing tongue, her commanding manner and busy finger, all point to an emotional response I have hitherto not been aware of. Here is something new and exciting. I let my hands slide under her shirt and my fingers reach into her arm pits where the. "Morning," I told her in reply. She squeezed me in a gentle hug andwasted no time in conversation before placing me at her breasts. Assoon as I was done, she changed me and carried me to the room with themirrors, where a large map was now placed on a table. There were woodenmarkers placed on it, and it reminded me of a game of Risk orsomething. I could tell that the markers denoted troops, andunfortunately the other side still had way more than we did."Any new information, General Slane?" she. He had to let it go, though. After much soul searching, he and his sister Paige had decided that it was ridiculous to keep paying property taxes on a house that they probably wouldn't even have time to keep up. They both lived on the west coast, hundreds of miles away, and had full time jobs.He climbed the stairs to his old room, knowing that it would look exactly the same as the last time he'd visited, before his mother died — almost the same as it had looked when he finally moved out after. She could feel his fingers on the cheeks of her ass, and shrieked with delight when he tickled her rosebud again, but so much more directly. And she murmured contentedly when his hands cleared her buttocks, and came to rest on her upper legs. She smiled again as his cock sprang forward, and gave it a friendly stroke before straightening up again, signaling her readiness, knowing they would be more patient this time. He pulled himself close again then, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and.