I got the distinct impression that English was not Chunks firstlanguage.The Pink Porcupine club was not huge, but would probably accommodate wellover ... hundred, possibly as many as two hundred. It looked a bit dingy indaylight, but would probably be OK in the evening. There was a smallstage and a cramped changing room that would only accommodate two at atime.Maggie and I went to get something to eat. Max and Chunk had already metup with two tough looking characters and were in deep. At this point Karen reached out and began torun her hands along my body. Starting with the dark purple bra I waswearing she traced the underwire of the bra, ran her fingers down to thetop of my matching waist cincher/garter belt, which held up my own smokegrey stockings and gave me my feminine shape. Next her hand cupped thebulge in my purple high waist control panty and began massaging methrough the satin and nylon. We were both still standing in our heels,me in my purple strappy sandals, and. Despite his increased attention, his motion was still very slow. Nevertheless, it was beginning to be slightly more rhythmic in nature.It was now time to move downward. As he did so, the cotton material disappeared and he could feel her bare flesh on his fingertips. Her thighs were miraculous! He continued to rub the back of her thighs gently with his fingertips. He then started to massage them with his whole hand. He was working on the left side because it was closest. But every once in a. The driver wasn’t paying any attention to his mirrors, just tapping his fingers to the music that they could hear the beat of. She put the phone back in her mount and while the traffic inched forwards she got Google Maps loaded. “We could get ahead?” she suggested to the gang. “It’s a bit suspicious why we’re waiting for the cars instead of just going up the side. And there are really only two roads off the roundabout so we could split up and get two junctions up, both ways, before he gets to.