“I’ll just be a moment,” he responded. As he turned to leave he saw Janice head toward a seat at the opposite end of the sofa. He returned momen...arily with the chilled wine in his hand, the condensation already collecting on the outer face of the glass. He handed it to Janice and stepped toward the easy chair opposite the two women. “We were just comparing notes,” Emily told him. Evan was astounded and uncomfortable. “Surely not!” “She’s pulling your leg,” Janice said. “Humor,” Evan said,. We continued to chat and flirt shamelessly all through the main course and he was very attentive and was putting his hand on my knee, running his hand up my thigh and between my legs. Although he wasn’t touching my pussy, the intimacy of a stranger having his hand between my legs was making me want to snog his face off.He carried on a normal conversation with the others as I parted my legs a little and his finger found my knicks and he began rubbing my mound. I breathed in deeply and the. Boy, was she in for a surprise. I reached up and scratched down her sides slightly, making her giggle and squirm. I loved seeing that smile, knowing I was the one who was pleasuring her. I slowly moved up her body, kissing from her pussy, to her belly button, to her breasts, to her neck. As soon as I reached her neck, her hand found its way under her shorts, and she began playing with herself. I then kissed her lightly, and I ran my fingers through her wavy blond hair. I paused to make eye. At length, after repeated fruitless trials, he lay down panting by me, kissed my falling tears, and asked me tenderly “what was the meaning of so much complaining? and if I had not borne it better from other than I did from him?” I answered, with a simplicity framed to persuade, that he was the first mam that ever served me so. Truth is powerful, and it is not always that we do not believe what we eagerly wish.Charles, already disposed by the evidence, of his senses to think my pretences to.