" My sister has every one of your books. She'll freak when I tell her I ate breakfast with you." And lunch," I reminded him, grinning.Wincing, he blus...ed and said, "I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I was only going to flirt with you and then got so nervous I shifted into my tough cop mode. Then, I was actually only teasing about charging you with bribery at lunch and well -- you know what happened."I giggled and we ate in companionable silence until he said, "Would you like to go to dinner. ..Natalie's mother, Charlotte, took a while to take to Charles. She and her husband, Clifford, were unused to motorbikes in general and could not understand the attraction of a machine that exposed one to extremes of weather and danger; it has to be said that the tendency of old British motorbikes to shed oil played a part too. But they warmed to him as they saw how close he was to their daughter."I thought," said Charlotte, "you were never going to settle down. We worried, you know." I never. I felt the urgings of millions of sperm begging to be released. You rubbed your pussy as your body rocked back and forth. Finally you opened your eyes. It was the first time you had seen my cock. Our eyes met as we both sat there masturbating for each other, and for our own selfish reasons obviously. You sighed deeply and began to finger fuck yourself harder. I wasted no time in taking matters into my own hand. With my raging hard on pulled out through the leg opening of my shorts, I began. Both girls started laughing. It was infectious, and I laughed too, not really knowing what was funny.“Shit, that was good,” the smaller girl exclaimed.“You looked amazing,” the larger one assured her.“What about you?” the smaller girl asked me.“Yeah, incredible,” I agreed.“No,” the larger girl laughed. “She means…” She shook her head. “Here, stand up.”I could feel my cock throbbing harder than ever in my shorts. I stood, but my hands shyly went to cover my erection again. The girls, laughed..