"You don't need a ride to the hospital do you? Oh god, I can't be sued now!" He turned towads the back of the work van and reached for the door hand...e,."No, its alright, I'm fine!" He stopped and spun back around."You sure? Oh please, don't tell your parents, I don't have enough money as it is!" No no, its quite allright, no harm done! Its as much my fault as it is yours!" She smiled at him. His panic striken face broke into an unsure smile, but then his eyes looked over her head. His. I supposed that it was an image thing.When I got to the servants' area, I found that the standard garb had definitely been modified. Modern maid uniforms tended to the simple and functional, smocks for protection rather than pretty little scraps of cloth designed to show off the assets of the wearer. The clothes I found tended towards the latter. I picked out this dainty, feminine thing, a French maid's outfit, I think, along with some appropriate undergarments. After dressing, I took the. ” Bill reached up to her face, pulling her down to him. They embraced in a deep tongue kiss, with her arms around his neck and her chest pressed to his. He ran his hands up and down her back, all the way to her perfect ass. Bill rolled them both over to one side, never breaking the kiss, and then pushed her onto her back, where he broke away from her lips, but kept kissing her cheeks, then her chin, her neck, down to the valley between her heaving breasts. Becky held his head in both hands,. She takes it, looking at it briefly to see the flavor. She knows he has the watermelon flavor from the color of the wrapper. She sees that he gave her cinnamon. This is going to be hot in more ways than one. They both tear off the wrappers and bring them to their mouths, never leaving the intense gaze they hold on one another.Tara really wants to give him a show now. She licks the candy to get it slippery and wet. Then she rubs it on her lips like she is applying lipstick. Coating the red candy.