I join you in the car.As soon as the car gets out of the main traffic, I raise my hips and wiggle as I pull up my dress, I turn sideways in seat expos...ng my pussy for you to see. "Yes honey let me see your pussy, open them a little wider", I am eager to comply. Your strong but gentle hand reaches across to touch me, Your big finger oh so lightly touches me sending shivers down my spine. You are barely touching me and yet I feel each brush of your fingers so strongly so intense. You slip you. After a few beers we talked my wife into flashing a few of the bikers as they rode by. Her inhibitions were lowered enough she was enjoying herself as much as we were enjoying the show. We visited a while longer then headed back to our campsite. It was a nice evening and we sat under our awning just enjoying watching the bikers putt by. I was a bit surprised when my wife continued drinking beer. After a few more beers I talked her into taking her top off so the guys could sneak a peek as they. "Certainly. We will be in no danger. My wards are more than powerful enough to protect all of us. Lady Caoilinn should also accompany us," I told him. This did not receive a favorable response from the Captain, as he frowned deeply."I will go along, Sean," Lady Caoilinn told the Captain, who turned to his men."If anything happens, get Lady Caoilinn out of there!" he charged his men, who acknowledged the order.We made a fine procession going up the stairs to the second floor. I was in the lead. His armour was of the latest design and it was obvious that no expense has been spared. His emblem, a serpent entwined with a dagger, was embroidered in gold thread on his cloak and accentuated with jewels. The Knight was conscious of the audience drawing comparisons between this finery and his own travel stained garb and dented mail. But he felt no shame. His clothes and arms were for use, not for show. The many tales he has been told of the Constable’s reputation as a swordsman come to mind.