She was wearing a dress and her long legs were stretched out on the couch across from my chair. The hem rode up along her thigh as she shifted back an... forth while we talked. Her hand lay against bare skin above the knee. I thought about what I’d do if it were my hand, how I’d push it up higher, maybe against some damp hair, maybe there weren’t any panties covering that hair, maybe there wasn’t any hair around that lovely opening. I imagined the folds of skin being even and short as it. I came back in the radio room and said, "Dinner in an hour."Just as I said that, I heard "CQ, CQ. This is Charlie, WX4XA, in Columbia, South Carolina, is anybody out there? CQ, CQ. This is Charlie, WX4XA, in Columbia, South Carolina. Over."Shirley keyed the mike and said, "WX4XA, this is K4SAA, Shirley, in West Georgia. Over." K4SAA, this is WX4XA. It's good to hear someone. I read you 5-9. How are things where you are located?" WX4XA, K4SAA. Charlie, there are lots of dead people here. We are. I started to pull the panties off.“What do you think that you are doing?” she shouted I was shocked by her sudden aggression.“I am getting out of these things.” I said.“Keep them on!” she demanded and shot a few more pictures.“I want you to keep stroking your cock with the panties on.”I couldn’t believe how fast my cock hardened. I had never seen her like this before. She climbed on top of me and just sat there with her camera in hand snapping pictures of my panty-clad cock.“Keep stroking” she. The way that she kept looking at my face, then looking away and blushing, sometimes looking a bit fearful, made it clear that she had the same thoughts. While she was below drinking age in the state, nobody at the restaurant was going to object to her being served alcohol - they knew me from past visits, and who could doubt that this sophisticated young woman whom I had as my companion might not indeed be twenty-one or more? Some vodka relaxed her very well without affecting the.