She shuddered in my grasp, then collapsed on the couch, panting. I swiveled my tongue, rimming her anus, stretching her open. Her hands dropped their ...rip on the back of my head, falling to the couch and clenching the cushions as the muscles in her body contracted in a quivering spasm. Her rectum rippled around my tongue, drawing me deeper. Casey squealed, her hips bucking frantically. A gush of vaginal juices flooded from her gaping pussy, pouring down over my lips and tongue as she twitched. " No, Kelly, it was cancelled, I'll tell you about it later." I looked at her nakedness. "You look terrific. How did you know it was me at the door?" I didn't!" Kelly suddenly realised what she had said and the obvious implications. She appeared embarrassed and I could see her racking her brain, trying to think of a credible explanation for the predicament in which she now found herself.I attempted to alleviate her embarrassment."Anyway, Kelly, I'm hardly likely to complain when you welcome me. “My best friends call me ‘Frank,’ but you can call me, ‘Uncle Frank,’ okay? Just like my niece, who requested your presence, you see,” I smiled as I gave those instructions to the Game of Thrones actress.“Oh, okay, so it’s for your niece. How sweet! But you’re a Yank, judging by your accent. You have a British niece?” Emilia seemed loathe to hang up with me for some reason, getting rather chummy.“That I do, ma’am. That I do. Until then, best wishes and thank you,” I hung up on Emilia Clarke, a. "I know you're angry with me," Elizabeth began."It's not anger," I interrupted, the hurt evident in my voice. "It's something that I never thought I'd see. I'm disappointed in you."Elizabeth studied the tabletop."I get that," she said after a long pause."I'm not sure you do," I said. "Look, I'm not sure I've told you this and I probably should have. You're the person I base my perception of right and wrong on. When I'm pondering a decision, I ask myself, 'What would Elizabeth think if I did.