Macomb about that. I've heard the only way one can join is to be sponsored by a current member but I'm not really sure of that," Richard said apologet...cally.At this point, their voices lowered and 'Mr. Rugby' was back, trying his best to convince me to join him later for 'a pint and a tickle' as he put it, so I missed the rest of Richard's conversation with James. I did gain the impression, however, that the bait had been taken and the hook would soon be set.Wishing to put a little distance. “Missy, sit over here, while I get Kylie into position.”And he took Kylie's hand, and told her to put one knee up on the couch and stretch the other leg out next to the couch. Then, he reached his left hand under her, and placed it across her stomach, just below her halter, his thumb pushing gently into the springy flesh of her right boob. He reached his right hand over her pert butt, and placed it between her legs. Cupping his hand over the crotch of her jean shorts, he pulled firmly upward,. She looked over at my husband, he was minding the road. As she rubbed my hands she move them up her thighs just a little. I didn't give her any resistance, now my hands were high on her thighs and very close to her pussy, slowly she started pulling her dress u a little. I did not move my hands but let her pull the dress from under my hands. I looked down and could see her panties, my hands where on her bare thighs now and almost touching her panty covert pussy. She raised my right hand and. Watching, she felt an itchy tingling in between her legs. She was ashamed. A black slave! Still, the woman had been mouthing it so eagerly, and it was big, very big. If the candlelight wasn't playing tricks on her, it was three times the size of Jimmy Robbins' little thing.As Christabel drew her away from the shack, she felt relief. That hadn't been so bad. Naughty, scary, exciting, but they hadn't been seen, and one more of Christabel's adventures was safely behind her.But when they had gotten.