Within a few seconds of her laying her head down she slid her hand under my blanket and onto my lap. It was pitch black in the truck. The vibration ...f the tires on the pavement and the music on the radio were covering up any sound of movement that might be coming from the back seat. She rubbed the top of my leg and started to pull on my sweat suit string. I placed my hand on her shoulder and started to slide it under he blanket. She reached up and touched my hand and moved it down her. I absolutely love the feeling of pulling a pair of silky panties on, and I can still remember the thrill the first times back so many years ago as a young boy. sneaking into my mothers and sisters dressers. I usually wear some kind of top and a mini skirt or just sometimes greet my visitors in just a top and panties. I have a slave collar fetish and always wear it, that goes on next and then my wig to finish. there is something still exciting to me when I put that wig on and finish the. She saw my hand on the phone and bowing her head, set the tray down on the bedside table and then turned away."Wait."To this day I'm not sure why I stopped her. She would have walked out the door and perhaps our lives would have always gone on the way they had before. But it would turn out to be one of the great turning points in our life together. Pei-Hua didn't turn back and look at me, and I watched from behind as a shudder of pain passed through her body from head to toe.I reached out and. . you're confusing him."Mary groaned and sank to her hands and knees. The dog was in back of her in a flash, his front paws clinging fiercely to her waist and hips, his head and neck projected forward, his eyes set and glazed, his ass jerking inward and outward at lightning speed. Evidently he couldn't find the correct spot at first, but as Pete moved over to try to help, Mary screamed and left her knees momentarily to rise on her toes, her hands still touching the floor, supporting her. She.