She turned around and took my hand. She placed my trembling hand on her pussy. I felt her silky skin on the crotch. I found her clit, and it was hard ...nd slick. I stroked her and she moaned. Encouraged, I slid a finger inside her. She started vibrating against my hand, and I knelt down and kissed her thighs. I moved my kisses closer and closer to her pussy, and finally I pressed my lips against her clit. I kissed it gently, then flicked it with my tongue. She gasped and moaned, so I licked her. ."Meghan realized she had made a mistake. Oh God, she thought, embarrassed and suddenly miserable. What in the hell am I doing? Was I really trying to ... to ... invite Sylvia over to meet Ken? And just what was I hoping would come of that? "Look, Sylvia," she said, interrupting the sports writer's babbling backpedal. "I'm sorry. Forget I even mentioned it." No, no," Sylvia said, shaking her head sternly. "I don't want to forget about it. I was just ... uh ... you know ... I think maybe you and. ”“I shall not ask her about a husband, then. Enquiries on her children’s achievements should be acceptable. Thank you, Mr. Jones.”I picked up the phone and dialled 9. A female voice answered, “Kitchen.”I asked, “Amanda Hargreaves, please?”“Speaking. Who are you? I don’t recognise the voice.”“Madam, I am Jeeves, the new butler. I shall make your acquaintance shortly, but I wished to know the pattern of meals today. Is there afternoon tea or not?”“Oh, no, sir. Afternoon tea has never been served. ”“I suppose the high-tech, Hull-Metal did seem magical,” I thought, while answering, “Nothing’s going to break it; that is a certainty.”“I have to agree. We broke an axe on one, didn’t even leave a mark on it.”I must have blinked or otherwise shown my surprise because he quickly continued. “The men are certainly grateful for the added protection. However, they like to test limits, you see...”“It didn’t have to do with a wager did it?” Julie asked, stepping forward into the conversation.While.