"He was laughing so hard it sounded like he was choking. He finally was able to get a breath, and became his usual flippant self."Ah, but Jon, that's ...hat friends are for. If I did not speak up for you, who would?" Well, if you volunteer me for anything else, I will send Kat to look you up and handle that big mouth of yours. I know how afraid you are of red headed women. Do not think I have forgotten about that little incident in Ireland a few years ago. By the way, did she ever find you to. "'Morning." Good morning, sweetie," Kate replied. "What are you doing out of bed at six thirty in the morning?" Saying bye to Uncle Will." Erica opened the fridge and examined its contents for a second. "Crap. Out of orange juice, again." Do you want some tea instead? The water is still hot." I suppose." Erica walked over to the kitchen table and dropped herself into the chair next to Will."You look all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning," Will remarked with a smile as she planted her. ’ He knew that he was definitely going to have a hard time peeing with her hand on his penis, but she would have none of letting go, after all he had held her, so it was by all rights fair for her turn to hold him. They were still sitting almost Indian style facing each other with his legs sheltering hers. He had not changed the position with her, because he knew that the normal force of her flow was all going to be downward and would have taken some pretty extreme manipulation to have arched. Her hands are both rubbing the insides of her thighs, where I long to have my tongue. I can tell she's found her love button, her clit. The sounds of pleasure coming from her are unmistakable. It's the sound of lust, of want, the sound of needing to release. She opens her legs wider and wider as her hands find her wet pussy lips. Up and around they go, moving that wetness all over her pubis and clit. She isn't slowing down now. Both hands, one on each side of her clit, rub up and down in.