Finally, right at the twenty-minute mark, he showed up. My heart leaped when I saw him and I wanted to run into his arms. But he had a serious, no-non...ense look on him and I knew that would have been a mistake.We talked for a bit and I told him again how much I loved him and didn't want to lose him. But he gave me a choice; either I get rid of "it" or move out. I was too far along to even consider an abortion and even if I wasn't, I really wanted my baby. So I gathered up my shattered heart,. Women don't go around not wearing panties... But it's true. My pussy is right there, now crossed between my thighs with nothing between them other than the wetness that is now starting to gather. You can't help thinking that if I'm practically naked sitting there, every shift in movement is causing a different part of my cunt to rub against my inner thigh skin. And I feel every shift. And as I'm thinking about you thinking about my grinding pussy, I grow even hotter. And wetter. After what. I knew from experience the place would fill up quickly. We ordered drinks and Joan sat on a barstool and I stood a few feet away. Joan's skirt's slits showed a lot of leg and a hint of her new V string underpants. In about half an hour the place was packed, people were crushed together. As people tried to order drinks they would be leaning on or over Joan. As they waited for their drinks several men tried to chat up Joan. One young executive squeezed in between barstools and started talking to. The melting ice in her ass had worked like an enema, and I laughed and started untying her ankles and she bolted to the bathroom, hands still cuffed behind her and dropped on the commode, just in time. I had never really watched a woman go to the bathroom before, and it was slightly exciting seeing her sit there and I started playing with her nipples, "Stop it!!" that made it even more exciting that she didn't like it and made me pinch her nipples as they hardened, and she kept trying to pull.