I couldn’t balance sitting like that, it was obvious, and the lemonade was in danger of being deposited on one or other or both of us. xxx And especially an “old” lady, like Mrs B. Her lovely, smiling face was inches from mine, and I was now sitting tight against her right side.
Again, all I could do was nod dumbly at her, mouth too dry to speak despite my lip-licking, afraid to say something to make this end, and she smiled at me, reaching up to the waistband of my shorts.
“Lift your butt, baby”, she ordered, and as I did so, she hooked her fingers into my shorts, and yanked them – and my underwear – to my knees. I really, honestly, was completely speechless. They’d felt really good, yes, and I had even had two
