I thought I saw her glance down at my crotch for a fleeting moment but I couldn't be sure. I gunned down the rest of the iced tea and returned the empty glass to its resting spot atop the head of my c**k. Even though I'd already had three glasses of the stuff, I held the empty glass to see what might transpire. Sure enough, my little fish took another nibble at the bait and picked up the jug offering me yet another refill. I politely accepted and as she was pouring, I moved the glass just a little whilst pretending to cough. Of course this had the desired result of having Mrs. Smith pour a small amount of iced tea right on my cotton covered c**k.
"Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry!" Mrs. Smith used a tissue she was holding to pat the "wet spot" and very soon caught on that she was patting more tha
