Remembering some of the things she had watched her mom had done to and with him, she decided to drag this out as long as she could. The girl played wi...h his testicles and his cock, rubbed his chest and legs, and kissed him everywhere but on the mouth. She was afraid if she kissed him on the mouth he would know that it was not her mom doing it. This was so very exciting and she found that dragging it out was just increasing the excitement she was feeling. From his moans and groans, it was. She could never give her heart to an ogre. … Angela let that thought die before it reached her lips and changed the subject. ‘Do you have a sewing machine or something I can alter clothing with? I appreciate the tee shirt but maybe I can fashion a more extensive wardrobe out of your cast offs, my grandmother was a seamstress. One summer, I lived with her and she tried to teach me everything she knew on the topic.’ After breakfast, Angela found that she could hold her yoga positions for much. There was also the new baby furniture in boxes waiting to be unpacked. The place was jammed.The new house was finished, except for a little landscaping and a part of the fence, and we did the final walk through on Friday the third of September. The next Monday was Labor Day. We got the new mortgage on Tuesday and paid off the construction loan the same day. We started moving in on Wednesday the eighth of September.I hired a local mover to do all of the lifting and moving. The girls were due in. .I read my book, a dirty novel, which got me a little excited, and the movement of the train made it more difficult to ignore the fact my pussy was getting hotter and wetter. I shuffled in my seat the press my knickers harder up against my clit, creating a friction that made me hotter and more slippery. I brushed my fingers over my nipples, spread my legs a little and shut my eyes to bring up images that would suit my mood.As I lay back, I must have dozed off as I woke up when the train hit a.