When he saw me, he stood up, as if to leave.“Don’t go,” I implored him. “Talk to me.”He stood there quietly, a look of pain on his face.“I...��m sorry,” I said. “But it was your idea!”Oh, why did I say that? Eric and Taveon had been bragging about how each gave me a better hug when they came in and Jamie, wanting them to stop, said, “What’s next? Who can kiss her better? What the fuck?” And I was the one who said okay.“Yeah,” he said, making a face. He was about to walk out when I grabbed his arm.. "God, Dana ... We need to stop." In a little bit." Direct the conversation. Kiss.My legs have been stretched on top of his and that doesn't seem to be making sense. I spread them and pull my knees up. That lump in HIS pants meets that burning, buzzing heat in mine. Definitely something to this position.His eyes are closed, his hands are on my thighs. My THIGHS! And I'm burning up. I know what the feeling is. I have a finger or two. But this ... I rock back and forth. Doesn't seem to be the. I turned the lights off as I left, leaving him with little more than moonlight. I return to the kitchen and there was Alex, and she looked good. She was 34 C, but on her short frame, it looked almost voluptuous, with hips that seem perfectly proportioned, she stood there in an emerald green corset that set off her red hair beautifully, and seemed an almost perfect match for her eyes. Black thigh high stockings led down to emerald green pumps that brought her to almost 5 foot 8. We had all. It was fascinating and odd seeingthis big man approach 'her' with such discomfort. Lady Ann obviouslydidn't enjoy being exposed in front of the coachman, butler, maid andother staff assembled like this. When last she'd seen them she'd beenlady of the manor. It must surely have rankled to have to play the partof lowly stable hand in front of them.For a moment Burt enjoyed the turnabout before he reminded himself thatit was his love for Ann that was spurring him on in this odd charade -that she.