Her pulse accelerates at once. Did she just touch his penis?Two questions are going through her head at the same time: could that really be his dick r...aching so far away down from his groin? Did he get hard just from me resting my head on his lap? The curiosity excites her and she completely forgets what an asshole Brian has been all week. She must investigate. Pretending to readjust her head again, she moves her hand further in. Her fingers are now fully on top of the object, and she now knows. .. not unless I say so." Why are we stretching?" he asked. "Are we going to do something... energetic?" He stroked his prick."If you're not going to follow the program," she said darkly, her suit half off her body, "we can always go do something else."His hand flashed away from his penis, and he made the motions of locking his mouth, and throwing away the key. She smiled."To answer your question... I don't know," she said, removing the rest of her suit.She stretched, and her fingertips brushed. SO I GOT SOME MORE. AFTER WE ATE I TOLD HER I WAS GOING TO TAKE MY USUALLSHOWER AND WATCH THE TV, IT DIDN'T TAKE ME LONG at all, ALL THE TIME SHOWERING WITH A RAGING HARDON JUST THINKING WHAT SHE COULD BE DOING IN HERE,I PICKED UP THE BOTTLE AND DROPED IT ON THE FLOOR A COUPLE OF TIMES HOPEING SHE HERD ME,I FINISHED QUICKLEY WITH MY SHOWER AND GOT OUT, THAT DIDN'T TAKE LONG, SOMETHING ON T.V. YOU MUST REALLY WANT TO SEE? " YA BUT I COULDN'T TELL HER". I THOUGHT I WOULD SAVE SOME HOT WATER FOR. “If I can train Tony how to do the books for himself, I won’t have to go at all on Sundays. He’s not very computer-literate, but if the parish can stretch to a new office system, he can do his own newsletter as well. I won’t have to go at all, then.”She made sense, and I grudgingly agreed. “For heaven’s sake, Sally, let’s buy him a new machine and printer ourselves. It’ll be worth it, if only for lessening the stress on us every weekend. Especially at the moment.”“Yes, why not!” she said with.