Not one of his followers who had joined him on this courtship had ever seen their master in such a light-hearted mood. His bantering speech was receiv...d with laughter and jesting from the Isebrand brothers, namely from Thorben, and when he closed, all three Isebrand men gave him a brotherly hug.August even made a joking reference to Barbara of Meiningen who had declined the invitation to share the Easter celebration with them without giving reason. He thanked her for rejecting his courtship and. ” I say uneventful until Friday when I opened the front door and there was Mr. Cartwell sitting on the steps leading up to his apartment waiting for me. He was wearing a dingy grey bathrobe and slippers and the robe was mostly open in the front showing that he was naked underneath. I call him “old man Cartwell” but he isn’t all that old, maybe in his late 50’s or early 60’s. In any case, there he was waiting for me.“About damn time, Billie-boy. Come on.” He turned and began walking up the. I didn't let on that I could see her and gave my cock a thorough washing to the point it got hard and of course I gave it some nice strokes, but not to orgasm. This happened for a few more mornings and then she stopped, but continued to bring me my coffee.Our master bedroom was a wing off the house on the main floor that consisted of a hallway that passed a very large walk-in closet and the bathroom before you got to the bedroom.Several days went by and then one morning no coffee in bed and no. But I didn't. I reached for my breasts, holding them.Squeezing them. I watched as my hand lifted them, bounced them. Icraned my neck down, eagerly, just catching my nipple with my. God.Reflexively, my hand went down to my crotch. I cupped this pussy. Mypussy. My vagina. The edge of my hand came up between my labia, slowly, exquisitely. Itreached up near my clittie and I felt a wave of intoxicating warmth,pressure, sensation. My hands worked together and spread my outer lipsto show me.