''How do you feel sugar?'' he asked as he held her in his arms.As she laid in his arms she tried to find the right words to express just what she was ...eeling. ''I don't know. I know I don't feel ugly or dirty any more. Oh, Uncle Webb what you did made me feel alive and beautiful. But...'' she suddenly grew quite as is she had something weighing on her mind.''Baby, what is it, what's wrong?'' a concerned Webb asked.''Was it good, did I do good, did I please you?'' she asked as one single tear. Leah arrives, dressed, with Meghan’s drink. She asks Meghan what she wants to order, and Meghan tells her the fish tacos. Leah turns to go and we see Meghan’s hand reach below the table again. The camera shows Leah walking away, and now she’s bottomless. Leah walks to a nearby table and bends over to show Meghan her pussy. As she’s spreading her lips, the businesswoman from the next table crosses her field of vision. Her skirt isn’t as short as Meghan’s but it’s much tighter. The tight blouse. OK I thought, but it could have been your sons' or even your husband who visited them. So I searched around a little more and found that you had saved the e-mails, but not in your hot mail account, but to the computers hard drive. That was really dumb Donna. An idiot could have found them. Then I read what you told TheMoose63 about thirteen year old boys. And I quote; Me? Imaging myself with a thirteen year old boy's hard cock in my mouth? Me? Imagining a thirteen year old boy ejaculating his. I then proceeded to tell her about Robert, how he didn't recognize mefor a start."Do you like your feet being played with Denise?" I asked her."Why do you ask, I don't really know, I haven't had them played withlike that," she said."Well I think Robert likes playing with them, and I most certainly do,"as I told her how he massaged my feet. "Next time you're allowed tosleep with me, I'll worship your feet for you and let me know if youlike it. I'm sure you will," I said with pleasure.With makeup.