But not only that, Carson hears a rubbing sound. His eyes drop a little lower to see that she has her legs pressed shut and is gently rubbing them tog...ther. The nylon hose that she is wearing is making those sounds. Seeing that he is interested in what he sees, the girl takes the hem of her skirt and lifts it slightly. His eyes jump back, seeing that she is still twirling that lock of hair. From the corner of his eye, he sees her other hand drop to dive under her skirt. Carson can’t really see. I am sitting fairly straight in the chair, and fiddle with my hands a bit before putting them on my legs to stop looking like I'm fidgeting. I remember to breathe at this point, and she walks over to the computer table to change the music again. She bends over at the waist, clearly exaggerating the movement. This gives me a good, long look at her well-rounded ass, and lets me see that she is wearing tiger striped panties. I also notice that I'm getting aroused by all this excitement, and shift. Mary Goldfour could now simulate the apearance on the screen of a lovely Thai Beauty, as if in a video call linkup, down to the time difference in the background images- In fact, she had been playing with her identity, and had a stable of possibles- A cool blond with a Norse accent, a freckled redhead with an Irish lilt, an exotic looking Massai woman, tall and proud, firmly endowed, with a cultured Brittish accent- she could get quite inventive, and even had a few male personas as well- a. It was so unusual to have someone unexpected to show I was momentarily at a loss for what to do. “Can I help you?”“Mr. Josephson?”“Yes, I’m Sam Josephson, and you are?”“I’m Dr. Jirard, Luc Jirard. Can I come in? There’s been some sort of mix-up.”“Yes?”“I’d rather not talk about it in the hall. Can I come in? It won’t take long.”“I guess,” and opened the door for him. The first stranger in over two years crossed the threshold. He was my height, but thinner. His hair was dark and there was.