Bob’s always seemed to be hopping. Xxnx do that … “You really ARE a pervert” she said. “You just HAD to mention that at supper?” she said, with mock severity. Then he ran the cloth down her neck and all over her chest, including her delightful naked breasts. Megan suddenly felt like a mouse, staring into the mouth of a lion. Paralyzed, she watched in the mirror as the fingertips of that hand, flat on her abdomen, slid ever closer to the top of her bikini bottom. The rest of it made a line between those two points right across her body. He popped open the security console and keyed in a series of numbers on the keypad. That meant there were a lot of wet shirts, with stiff nipples under them.




















