There was definitely a certain a frisson building between us, or maybe it was just my fevered imagination that detected her eyeing me up, at one momen..., while we stood chatting, she suggestively encircled one wrist with a strong, short-nailed finger and thumb, while the other hand slowly clenched and un-clenched. My eyes were fixated by this.She had just moved house, she was telling me, and still had boxes and boxes of books to unpack."I'll give you a... hand," I said, catching the. At that point I thought he was going to be a bottom and I’d have to tell him that we’re probably not a match. He was very good looking, probably in his 50s, well-manicured facial hair on a round face, bald, and delicious full lips.“Looks like I need to join you,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. His voice was deep and soothing. He threw his shirt over the wall that separated us from the adjoining booth. Underneath his shirt was a tight tank top that barely covered the tightly curled hairs that. The youngest heir of the manor stealthily slipped down the winding basement stone stairs and peeked at the beautiful figure of Becky as the cook’s helpers wiped the suds from her perfectly shaped body. She was a tall girl with long slender legs that seemed to go up forever into the crown of reddish tinged bush almost the exact same shade as her long flowing hair that fell far below her shoulders. Her breasts were outstanding and her pretty nipples were raised slightly to the heavens as if. “Um, it’s a long one this time, two weeks, they’re sending me to Canada this time.” “Canada? Wow... Well see you when you get back I suppose, stay safe okay?” Harry says as he hugs his dad goodbye too. “Will do, now where’s your mother?” “I’m here!” says Tracy in a sing song voice. “Have a lovely trip dear, let me know when you arrive safely okay?” Tracy kisses her husband goodbye and the three of them watch as he stalks to the car with his suitcase, and throwing it in the back, pulls out of.