His father was an excellent cook and a flirt for sure. He was older, but not too old. And the age looked good on him. I enjoyed helping him in the kit...hen that night with Justin. Mr. Mitchell enjoyed watching me flit all over his cozy kitchen, bending over just perfectly to give a good view of my taut ass and perky tits. When I passed by him Id purposefully rub my body against him. Justin didnt seem to mind, I gave him the same treatment as we prepared a fabulous lasagna. At dinner, Mr.. Monnie didn't answer right away, her fingers were busy. She mumbled something and he asked her to repeat it, but Monnie had come. The waves washed over her, seemingly endless waves of pleasure and she moaned, he knew then what had happened. "Monnie?" "Are you OK?" Monnie pressed the end button, the phone dropped into her lap and she just lay there, not believing what had happened. She wanted to call him and explain, but she knew that she wouldn't, how could you possibly explain what had just. I was now fully confident in my ability to TP my people anywhere I wanted to go, with the sole limitation that I had to have seen the target. That meant that we were not going to be able to TP directly into the enemy headquarters, but there was a way to get around that.I had been making trips around our area to set up temporary jump points that I was calling "gates." On the night of our attack, I TPed us as close to St. Louis as I could get. We were on a high hill covered with trees about five. “I’m sure you’d like to return the favor though?” I encouraged. “Wouldn’t you?” He turned his head from the side to kiss the soft flesh in front of him, “Oh, yes! Very much!” “Let me have a swallow of wine, then,” I said, “and get myself sorted out. I’m sure we can find a diversion until you’ve recovered.” I stepped to the bureau where I’d left my half-filled glass and took a couple of delicate swallows. Then I turned on heel and a toe until I was facing him, “Do you think I’m beautiful?” .