" I said, giving it a tight squeeze, then putting it in my pocket, still in an almost trance like state.Then she moved close to me, and started rubbin... my arm. Her tone of voice changed into that little girl voice, that she always uses on me when she wants something. "Honey," she said, "I want to ask you something, and please don't get upset with me." Almost afraid to know what she wanted to ask me I replied. "How could I ever be upset with you honey? Go on what is it?" "Well, Rick just broke. She said, "That would be swell, but don't think that with just an ice-cream soda you can start getting fresh with me." That was so silly we both laughed at it.I drove her 1971 Coronet north and crossed the Triborough Bridge. We chatted a bit about the scenery, especially the impressive Hell Gate Bridge parallel to our route. We affectionately touched other, I squeezing her knee and she rubbing my shoulder. Soon after we entered the borough we drove under about ten blocks of the Third Avenue El. She takes over reading my part. One of her hands drops down and disappears under her panties. She lets out a little sigh and continues to read. While I am reading the next part, Kate moves in front of me. She kneels down, opens the robe I have on and begins to stroke my clit, first with her finger, then, spreading my legs, her tongue. "Darling, please keep reading; both parts if you don't mind. I have something that needs my attention." Kate continues to tease my clit with her tongue and puts. " So, you're happy. Problem solved?" Freddie enquired optimistically.Bethany laughed. "Nothing like. We still don't know what it was for. It's certainly not a theatre; they aren't known before about 550BC at the very earliest. This is almost a thousand years older. And there are a whole series of features on the radar beyond the wall. We're going to take this trench back to see what they are. It looks like there are some sort of rooms or chambers arranged around the enclosure. Come and see how.