It was strange and surreal, to say the least. Kate did allow herself to feel my growing cock over my trousers, but she giggled while doing it and woul... not reach inside at all. Her whole demeanour was almost girlish. She would allow me to do the same to her, but again, I was not allowed to reach inside her jeans and fondle her pussy through her panties. She would often close her eyes while panting and shake her head left and right. Then, without warning, she would bring herself back to her. " You did?" she said, sounding surprised."I did," came my reply. "And you know what? He's absolutely right."There was a short pause. Eileen finally said softly, "Yes, I guess he is, isn't he? We've been so involved with the band and other things, that we've almost forgotten we have a family." I'm trying to rectify that on my end," I told her. "I just had a long phone chat with Seamus. You know what? He's having problems with a girl." He is?" Eileen mused. "Dad didn't tell me about that. Our kid. . what..." Nicki, my wife Carol is so damned intuitive I'm probably going to start referring to her as our 'hoodoo woman'. She reads people frighteningly well and after the evening you and she and Kelly spent together, certain things slid together in her head. She came to me and we talked about it. She was certain enough of her 'read' on the situation to be willing to bet all her worldly fortune on it, which was more than convincing enough for me ... I believed her quite easily right off the. I kneeled on her bed and placed her left foot against my chest. I massaged the oil into her foot, between her toes and around her ankle, and trying not to tickle her as I rubbed her foot, then putting it back against my chest as I worked up her calf. As I got to the back of her knee, then moved up to her thighs, she had to spread her legs a bit for me to get my hand around her thigh. I thought about how many times I’d wanted to have my hands in the exact position they were as I twisted and.