’ Grady gritted and visualized placing Sophia over his knee and belting her ass but frowned, knowing she’d think that was him being sexy and would...wet all over his trousers. What a bitch. Mrs Rhodes reached across the table and gripped Grady’s arm said she was so sorry. It was a disgraceful exhibition of manners. Grady had not lifted his hand to take hers but he acknowledged her words with a smile. ‘And a few other things beside,’ grunted the father. ‘Go with Grady to the cookout Andrea.’ ‘I. “Please. Give me a chance?”“I...” Her sweet smile and big eyes brought him up short. He closed his eyes, nodding at the same time.“I know you’re stressed – and not just by this. I think I know what you need,” she said.He stiffened when he felt her fingertips brush over the crotch of his pants.She said, “Just keep your eyes closed, and let me help you relax.”Startled by the unexpected touch, the first was easy to comply with, because he didn’t think he could look her in the eye. The second,. I said sure. He put his hands on my waist and we started to groove with the music. He turned me around with my back facing him and held me close to him. He held my waist and made me move my ass and raised my hand above. He came close to me and slowly kissed on my right armpit. The touch of his lips ran a current in my body.He slowly licked my the sweat in my armpit and I could feel the heat developing in me. I immediately turned to face him and he looked at me as is nothing had happened.Soon. I didn’t expect it when she backed onto my cock. “Jesus, Edith, do you want me to come right here?”Marjorie had seen none of this and, still seated, looked a bit out of it. “Oh dear. It’s the champagne. She shouldn’t have had it with the pills she’s on, but she looked so happy,” said Edith.We both helped her up, and it was easy to see she was unwell, not drunk. “Will you help me get her to our room, Jeff?”We said goodnight to the other guests who hoped Marjorie would feel better in the morning..