They won't do anything, other than ask that you not let kids see it. They know our lifestyle and I think they enjoy the view they get from us. Don't y...u remember the last cop that saw me? He pulled me over, just so he could have a better view," I reminded him."Yeah, I remember that. I loved watching you turn red with embarrassment and get wetter at the idea of him watching you. God, you came hard that night!" he rubbed it in.I just gave an unladylike snort and ordered him to give me a good. That didn't diminish her appeal one bit.But right now, she was heading right out of my life at a mighty rate of knots. I cursed all those beers and late-night curries that were slowing me down, and forced myself to try and step up the pace. It didn't last. Another bend, and she was briefly hidden by some trees. By the time I caught sight of her again, she was just a distant shape, and I knew I'd lost her. Three miles later, I had finished well down the list, defeated and demoralised. There was. Inch by inch it came up.She was mesmerized by it. First her knees, then her thighs reflecting back to her. He was right. She did have magnificent legs. But it was her softly tufted crotch that made her gasp. The transparent little blue thong that covered it did more to feature it rather than cover.Somehow, even through the light gauze, she thought she could see the inner folds of her labia! She had somehow opened up with all the anticipation. Plus, her wetness had made the material even more. ”The three newcomers sat startled as the floor began sinking. The pseudo elevator descended to depth of roughly fifty feet and stopped.Eric picked up the conversation, “Everyone follow me please and we can get out of our tauntaun’s.”Stuart laughed, “Are you guys seriously still calling the cold weather gear that?”Eric stopped, raised his left hand and said “tauntaun” then lowered his right and spoke, “cold weather gear.” He moved his hands a small amount, miming an improvised scale, “yeah Stu,.