"Just where do you purchase those?" I asked her in passing and was told that the women of the church met twice a month for sewing and except for her s...oes, socks and bra, every stitch she wore was sewn by the churchwomen."Well, it is nice to have skills like sewing and cooking," told her, "I'm afraid I'd starve or go naked if I had to rely on my doing either one though." I'd said it as a joke, but true words are spoken in jest. Frankly I have no talent in the kitchen and the last time I tried. I can’t stop her from looking, I know her. Nothing is stopping her from shouting it out to the whole Pub.‘I actually find it quite sexy, seeing a man wearing hot panties. And in shocking blue too!’I can feel Emmy’s cool hand slide down the back of my Jeans over the top of the lace that is binding my arse. I shoot her a look and she leans forward and whispers in my ear‘This feels nice Humph. Your ass feels fucking hot in Lace.’Her hands slide all over the back. He was big, bigger than any other man I had touched before and I wondered, if I would even be able to take him in my mouth. Moistening my lips, I slowly circled the head and squeezed the rest of the length in my hand.“Fuck,” he hissed and threw his head back.Not so quiet anymore, I laughed smugly under my breath and gently caressed my clit.Pleasuring him was a turn on I didn’t think possible. I had never actually enjoying blowing a man before but the subtle way he took it, not forcing me to do. “This isyour own, very private place. I appreciate your evenletting me in the door.”As I folded the bedclothes neatly, Marty remainedstanding in the doorway. As I moved back towards her,she held up one hand. Taking it in mine, I moved closerto her.“Look, we’ve always been les deux etrangers, us againstles autres. Tonight’s back rub is just between you and me. No oneelse will know.”She didn’t pull her hand away but there was aquestioning look on her.