Sunday at Home After I had dealt with Miss Mabel and Miss Emily, our relationship was subtly changed, and more observant people, less wrapped up in th...mselves than Mrs Bissell and Miss Harriet, would have noticed it and commented. Whilst Miss Mabel was, if anything, friendlier and rather playful, Miss Emily was rather timid and ill at ease, seeming distinctly frightened of me. Then came Sunday. The rule of the household was that all, family, and the servants, excepting the cook Mrs Ross, went. I took off my shorts and once I had a full erection, I sat down on the rock. The funny part was Jill kept talking and looking over the field for what seemed like an eternity while I stroked my cock.Finally, with my hear pounding, she turned her head. She smirked and shook her head and told me to put my shorts back on. I told her I had been thinking about this for years and continued to slowly stroke my cock. She was only 3 feet away. She slowly turned her head away, but didn not leave. I. What would you like?" Just a couple sandwiches, I'll cook later." OK." I have to rush with changing clothes, be back right away."Ten minutes later I came down to Sarah in a long skirt. She had fixed somelunchmeat, which we scarfed down as though we were starved."I thought you told me that you don't like long skirts?" she said, whileobserving my drastically altered appearance. "And pigtails?" You're right about the skirts, but I wanted to dress similar to you-"She interrupted me, "I could have. There appeared to be a massive faded blue tattoo curling out at the arm holes and neck of his T, and the white cotton shirt was gauzy enough that she could see that the design covered his entire torso. A little thrill went through her body, and her hands were beginning to tremble, something that could lead to disaster in her profession. She had to stop this. She promised herself she wouldn’t be giving herself to any more of the type of guys who ate in this diner. ‘Listen, Sugar. Forgive me, do.