As she touched herself her admirer did the same. They stared each other up and down and touched themselves. She took a step closer to get a better loo... and never stopped touching herself. She was extremely excited. She wanted to keep her eyes open but the feeling of her fingers running through her pink pussy lips and circling around her throbbing clit made it difficult. Everytime she looked up her admirer did the same. God, she loved this game. It wasn’t the first time they played it, but it. The regulars hardly noticed the blustery disturbance out front but for those strangers who happened in for a drink, they feared after downing a couple of Irish brews that they might fall off the real Cliffs of Dover as soon as they exited the front door. Michael entered the darkened tavern for a late lunch but an early supper, a chicken salad sandwich with a double shot of rye, straight up. Except for his two pints, which he nursed all Saturday night at O’Malley’s, Michael did not drink. Too. “This sounds amazing Sir, you sure you’re comfortable with this?”“Yeah, it’s your birthday and like I say you deserve something good. There’s a special show after closing too that I got us into. I’m not telling what that is though, is gonna be a surprise.”It was only a few days to wait but time really dragged for Dan. Ste carried on expecting Dan to do all the household tasks but wouldn’t let Dan give him a blowjob and he ordered him not to wank off. There was no way of Ste knowing if Dan stuck. " Lav'Brats get a choice of a rattata, pidgey, or a bellsprout," added Miranda reminiscently."That's an odd combination. And um, 'Lav'Brat'?"Miranda smiled reminiscently, giving Misty a sideways glance. "That's what we started calling ourselves," she explained, shaking her head at the thought, "Well, usually it's 'Lavender Brats.' I can't even remember who started it originally, but last time I checked new generations of trainers from Lavender started using the term. It's both flattering and.