‘Monique!’ he cried as he rushed to help her to her feet ‘I am fine Bernard do not crate such a fuss.’ She said in a faint voice ‘Madame yo...’re wounded let me help you.’ Bernard led his mistress to the nearest bed in the room and sat her down ‘You must at allow me to tend to your wound Madame.’ He began to cut away the fabric around her wound with a small knife he kept in is ridding boot, although it would have been easier to remove the dress itself, society’s etiquette did not always allow. Stacy stared at it for awhile. She was too nervous to touch it.It tingled a little. The sensation was new, but somehow familiar. Stacywiggled her legs together, ecstatic and terrified of her horniness.Despite what Ben thought, Stan was not a loner nerd who'd never had agirl friend. In fact he had had several, and those `lady parts' werenothing new to him.But they were new to Stacy. New because they were hers.Her legs were smooth, decorated with only the smallest little hairs. Shedoubted she'd. She came back with 2 cups of coffee and sat just opposite to me. I was getting a nice view of her pink panties and it was very difficult for me to make eye to eye contact with her. I also noticed that she was trying to twitch her neck every now and then and I asked if it was paining. She said that it has been paining from few days and she was thinking of going for a Professional Massage.I asked if I can help and she reluctantly agreed to it. I kept the coffee mug on the centre table and went. I asked "How long has she been sitting here?", and got the answer "Oh, couple of days" from one of the farmers. I knelt down and looked under the engine - not a fresh drop of oil or anything else to be seen: no leaks of any of the engine fluids."She looks pretty good." I admitted, "but how's the engine?"One of the farmers told me "Rebuilt a couple weeks ago. She's been drove enough to break her in, but that's it."Another tossed me a set of keys, and said "Go ahead, start 'er up."I climbed into.