Steve watched her as she approached the bed….Lizzie pulled the top bedclothes down so that they lay around his legs and climbed onto the bed. While ...n her knees she inched her way towards him. She stopped short of his semi-reclined body. Then from behind her back she produced the squeezy bottle. Steve’s cock had already stirred and was making its appearance in all its glory…but it still had some way to go before it was ready fro action. Lizzie stared directly at Steve, a smile crossed her face. She could finally let her shoulders down and relax.She had several inquiries about her status and where Greg was. After the third nosey woman inquired, she decided to say, "Oh, I'm just Greg's girl friend trying to help out." After a while, she was actually amused at the number of inquiries.The evening ended. The caterers took away the remaining food and left the room generally as they found it. As the evening ended, she poured a glass of wine for Eileen and Grace and they sat on the couch to. He did not want to leave the company. If he had to be honest, it was a matter of personal pride. Davidson Fishery had been established in 1804 in the same small fishing town, on basically the same patch of ground where their simple packing plant stood today. Nine generations of Davidson men - well, McElroy after his grandfather - had run the fishery and run it well. He was proud of that, glad of the time he had spent working there himself and happy that all three of his sons worked there still.. "come on..I'm just kidding...so what do you want..?Cereal with milk...Eggs and Bacon?Anything you like.." He said happily."Cereal is fine" I said with a smile."Hot, cold or warm milk..?" he asked."...where are you getting with this?" I asked with a smirk."Real milk...you're starting to get a little dirty you know..." He said laughing."You don't know how..."I said with a snall smirk."H-huh?" He said blushing a little, I guess he wasn't expecting an answer like that from me."Warm milk is fine!" I.