Like when, likewise, I would try to surprise her, creeping up behind her in the kitchen, of course she knew what I was about, that is why she wore tha... certain tight black skirt that drove me crazy, that and the very sexy wiggle that invited a Freddy visit, she bent deliciously across the mahogany kitchen table where she served her delightful recipes, but then for me to serve mine to her, with the aid of a deep filled cushion to raise her to just the right position, the rolling back of her. He gave her his softest touch. When Madamstepped back out of his reach, he obediently placed hischeek on the floor. She wiggled the instrument of tortureat him in his line of sight. Satisfied with the tremor thatrippled across his backside, Madam slowly walked aroundhis prayerful form. She knew he didn't see the cane she had picked up from the counter. She believed that she had seen him move. "Stay still!" She said asshe gently tapped the cane across his raised ass. Madam lubricated her eight. You can be my blanket." Then she let out a little giggle.He rolled over on top of her and they tried to get adjusted once again so that they were comfortable. In their sleepy state, it became a matter of melding together so their knobby knees were't poking the other's body. They shifted until he was between her legs which she squeezed inward to hold his body on hers. It was almost as if they did everything on purpose to make sure his stiff penis was once again lodged up against her slit. Nathan. I need to get something permanent and closer to home.”“That's a shame. I know the head chef said he saw potential in you,” she responds kindly.I smile, “Really? He didn't say anything to me.”After I finish my drink, Fiona walks behind the bar and pours me another, getting herself one too. She sits back down beside me and says, “Cheers,” and we touch glasses again.I lean in, “Can I ask you something personal?”She smiles, looking intrigued. “Okay.”I whisper in her ear, “What is muff diving?”She.