Rick puts his drink down and once again returns his hand to the tops of Lynn’s legs, only this time his actions are bolder, his hand finds its way i...to her G-string and he rubs her clitoris, which is already wet with her love juice. Rick looks over to his friend and the conversation continues but the look on his friends face is one of knowing as his occasional glances towards Lynn's movements confirm his suspicion that the actions of the car journey are again being repeated. Within a short time. ”They held hands as they silently walked to her small flat. When they arrived she offered him some of the cheap wine that was all she could afford. He declined, saying he had enough alcohol already and didn’t want anything to impair the occasion.She didn’t know how to start and he took the lead. “My mother’s name was Sandra but I am going to call you Mom from now on. My first memories of desire for my mother occurred when she kept giving me baths until I was 10 years old. I remember her. You hear that King Mica and his advisor have finally made it here?’ he asked excitedly. ‘Yes, Gramps. I heard about it. It’s been on the news for the last week. Its part of their public tour,’ she said as she looked up from the tax forms. She could tell that he was very excited about it. Sighing, she stacked the papers up neatly. She knew what was coming next, and she had a hard time denying her grandpa anything. Other than the one thing that he wanted most. She still refused to move back to. He took his cane and jabbed it into the lower roll that was inexorably drooping fatter, rounder, and heavier from beneath Allison’s tight red belt. It folded easily around the wooden rod, yielding like marshmallow fluff. “I would say it’s made her a fatter girl, no?”A brilliant purple-scarlet spread across Allison’s cheeks in fury. “I-I am not fat!” she cried in rage, her fleshy cheeks bouncing up and down with every chew. Realizing the ridiculousness of that statement as her double chin.