Mike makes sure to grab the chair, leaving the couch for Stan and I. As we sit, Stan scoots close to me. I look at Mike. His dick is practically teari...g through his pants already. Stans hand moves to my leg. I politely brush his hand away. Pissed as I am at Mike, the thought of letting this ape of a man handle me, makes me sick to my stomach. Stan puts his hand on my leg again and this time starts rubbing up to my pussy. Thats IT! I stand up and move to the center of the room facing the two. Just ahead he saw a gravel parking area in front of a long wooden building, vaguely reminiscent of a log cabin. Various fruits and vegetables were displayed on tables and in bushels. Burlap covered hams hung all along the front porch. Several tables of (discontinued Gordon assumed) toys and souvenirs lined one wall. Most important to Gordon though was the ‘Public Restrooms’ sign just to the right of the front door. Gordon picked up the key, dropped it into his pocket, and entered Aunt Katie’s.. I only did this for a minute or so; then I sat up, reached for the sides of the elastic, hooked my thumbs and slowly started to pull down. As I started to pull down he lifted his ass off the bed so that I could pull his shorts down the rest of the way. I pulled his shorts down to his ankles and then off and after that I started to crawl back up his spread legs again. The closer to his nutsack I got the lower I got as I approached his nuts. Once my face was right in front of his nuts, I stuck my. I fell in love with it on the spot, but inevitably itturned out to be the most expensive of the three. I looked appealinglyat my mother, who nodded, apparently happy with my choice. There was abrief conversation between her and the assistant, who carried the coatover to the counter and started to pull a large cardboard carrier withthe shop's logo from underneath. But I hadn't finished yet."Can I try on this skirt mummy," I said. Looking through the racksearlier, I had found a shortish black.