On the next two shelves were bottles of most of the first growth Bordeaux including Latour, Margeaux, Mouton and Lafitte, as well as Petrus which is t...chnically not a Premier Cru, none younger than 20 years old. Without looking any further I stood up and said “I can’t open one of these, they are worth hundreds of dollars each, some over a thousand.” “Don’t be silly” she said, “If we don’t drink them my brother will, you can count on that.” My mouth dropped open and I just stood there. 'Okay Dad give!' Kate said smiling as soon as we were in the car.'What?''Why am I here? You don't need me to go to the bank with you, so what do you want?''Damn, why are you so smart, at least about me?' I complained with a grin.'Too easy to read with all the practice I've had.''How would you feel if I asked Lucy to move in with us?' I asked suddenly serious and rather nervous.'Terrible!' she responded equal solemn.My heart sank instantly and I missed most of her next few words. ' ... noise .... Jeff had seen her, seen her dressed as a kajira and had KNOWN. He had known and he had taken her, raped her. Her fingers were on her clit as she ran those thoughts through her head over and over, crying even as she brought herself to orgasm one more time.It seemed to calm her, and she stood, straightened her clothes, and stepped out of the stall to wash her face. When she thought she looked presentable, she went out to find Amy--she didn't want her friend to think anything had happened. It. Catching her under the thighs, I bent her in half, pressing her knees into her chest and lifting her pelvis for better access. Half pulled, half driven, I scrambled up onto her and dove inside her again. I was deep, deeper than before. Hotter too, if that was possible. We were going at it hammer and tongs. We kissed feverishly, cum from my lips smearing across her face. Her honey-blonde mane pulled free from her hair clip, sticking in sweat-darkened strands to her skin. “Fuck me, Panty.