The sexual tension filling the room turns the air viscous, as if the space was immersed in honey produced by lascivious bees. The flimsy g-string is m...king a very poor attempt at stemming the flow of your cunt juices, allowing them to freely run down your thighs and release their dizzying perfume. You are acutely aware of how the air strokes your every pore, the fiercely pumping blood pounding in your ears without drowning out the creaks of the floorboards as you track what seems to be his. She then got into the friendly mood like the day before and asked me to help her rearrange some furniture.After we were done with that we both were sweating and sat in the front room under the fan. She sat beside me and slowly she put her hand on my lap and said: “do you really want to see?” I was surprised to hear that and I looked into her eye. She also kept staring and slowly she caught my hand and slowly guided it through under her skirt. Wow… I went completely blank and the thinking. Jen allowed her skirt to rise above her knee a bit so that, every now and then her stocking tops would show.Paul was standing in front of Jen. They were talking and smiling. He said his wife was meeting him here at the bar later. His hand was on her leg, just above her knee. His hand moved up her stockinged thigh as they talked. She was acting as though nothing was happening, but she was incredibly excited that she was having such an effect on him.Soon his hand disappeared under her skirt. His. " She didn't finish her sentence."You'll know Derek," I said jokingly. She rolled her eyes. "Great, a bully who can exponentiate matrices. Okay, I won't know anyone worth knowing." Relax, Em, you're doing the right thing." I gently stroked the narrow strip of exposed skin above her waist with my finger. "You'll be great over there." How do you know?" I know." She didn't say anything, so I swept her copper-colored hair to the side and kissed her behind the ear. "Want to know just how great.