She showed me how all the items fit back in her kit and zipped it up and put it back on the table. She put her hands under her thighs and started swi...ging her feet. “Would you like to put my shoes and socks back on for me?”“Yes, Miss Spencer.” I got down on my hands and knees as she handed me one of her socks and pointed her toes and held her foot up for me. I put the sock on with some difficulty, which she didn’t comment on, then we did the other foot. In silence I then put her shoes back. “You are trespassing on private property and as far as I know everything about your person may not belong to you and possibly stolen from my friends, our hosts. Do you have a receipt for this camera and camera bag on you?”The man looked at him terrified.“Well?” Pete insisted more forcefully, “Do you or do you not those receipts?”“No” he rasped, short of breath.“What about your clothes, coat, shoes?”“No, of course not.”“Right, take off your shoes and trousers.”“What?”“Is English your first. It jutted out just above the trees. Old Bill spoke with her in that strange language until the conversation ended with her walking away. She paused to give Bucky a touch on the face with her finger and a smile before she returned to the direction they had come from."She won't go no further," Old Bill explained. "She says they have an agreement to stay away from each other's places." How far?" Charlie asked. "Gonna be dark in few hours."Old Bill grunted. "Maybe two hours, she said it's best to. What I said made her blush, she quickly pulled her skirt down, covering those sexy little red panties. She acted shy.“Oops, I’m sorry Mr. Anderson. I had an itch, that really needed scratching.” “Oh yes,” I said. “It must’ve been one hell of an itch, you were giving your cameltoe a real good scratching.” I couldn’t believe what I said. My god I thought to myself. She’s so young god-Dammit, I need to control myself. I stood up, that was a big mistake, because now my cock was forming a large tent.