Once they were seated at a table inside the restaurant, Dianna repeated her question. ‘What are you going to do?’ ‘I think I need an adult to he...p me,’ Matt said, ‘but I don’t know who to ask.’ ‘How about the lawyer who’s handling your folks’ estate?’ Dianna suggested. ‘I’m not sure he’d believe me,’ Matt said. ‘I mean, it sounds pretty sick, doesn’t it? My uncle and aunt will say I’m just trying to get my own way, that I’m trying to get to stay here and that I’m too young to handle my folks’. “I would like you to meet my partner, Dennis Richards, everyone. He’s old, but he’s kinda cool once you have a chance to know him.”An older woman, who turned out to be the group’s leader, stepped forward. “I’m Sheila Carson, Mr. Richards. Please come inside. I think we need to have a talk.”I had the same, uneasy “Oh crap! Now, what?” feeling that I used to have when summoned to the principal’s office as a kid.Sheila turned on her heels, walked inside, and the rest of us followed into the. Moving the finger from her increasingly wet orifice, she transferred some juice to her clitoris, softly stimulating it. Feeling good, Jan continued with her clitoral stimulation and reinserted a finger into her hole, quickly adding a second, gliding them slowly in and out as her juices began to flow more freely, covering her fingers. Opening her shapely legs yet wider, Jan swayed her hips, pushing against her fingers, visu-alising Keith’s penis, imagining it gliding majestically in and out. She remembered a fearful suitor standing in front of a window, fumbling his way through a rehearsed speech, family, honour and mutual esteem. Long, pale fingers clutching an unscratched walking stick. Listening hard, trying not to think about how a halo of spring sunshine revealed a thinning patch in fine blonde hair. Or how much she wanted to be breathing in a familiar scent of mingled leather and bay rum soap instead of Roger’s flowery cologne. Far from insensible to the compliment that was.
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