Using two slender fingers I began to flick my clit with the light short strokes I'd grown to love, alternating the side-to-side movement with little c...rcles around it. My legs were spread wider now as I leaned against the rock for support, one hand holding the swimsuit aside as the other worked my hungry little pussy. My wet fingers moved faster as I rubbed panting, not even needing a fantasy to get me there this time. Just the feeling of my fingers on my clit that I'd craved so badly was. I summoned the cabin up to our floor, and within a couple of minutes, we were pushing them out on the ground floor.I explained to Fred that the lift did not go down further, so we had to use the stairs for the last stage. He looked at his barrow and the wood, and came to a decision.“I’ll just carry the barrow and wood down the stairs, sir. It means nothing falls on the stairs. You just stay go down and open the door of the cellar you mentioned. Oh, and tell me when I get to the final step,. I hardly ever date girls because I can never work up the nerve to approach them. What sex I get is with a call girl I know. I don't know why, but she seems to like me and when I see her she usually lets me spend the night. I was with her last night and we had sex six times, the last time at seven this morning. I'm afraid I don't have super endurance, I was just all fucked out." Okay, so your hooker friend wore you out, but I still had to have left you with a case of blue balls. Why didn't you. He hadto chuckle as he realized he did a lot of spying near or in Paul's room.First getting caught by Shelly and then again snooping around on his own.But it was what he found in Paul's room and what he did while in therethat he was thinking mostly of right now. And the fact that he waswearing his son's panties, garter belt and nylons all the time now.Of course he knew Shelly had taken photos of him and had even hinted thatshe might possibly show them to Paul. Would she or not? Might it.