I engaged in small talk to put him at ease, but I soon began to ask more personal questions. Things about his old girlfriends and the like, slowly pus...ing the envelop to topics like how much sexual experience he had. I eventually worked up to asking him if he had ever been dominated by a women sexually. He seemed unsure of what I meant, so I rephrased the question to lure him in, and asked if his girlfriend pleasured him by taking control sexually, or even if this would be something he might. Slowly, sensuosly fucking yourself in front of me almost as if I weren't here. With your other hand you beckon me, finger crooked and calling me over. Without thinking, I find myself sliding out of my chair onto my knees, my own skirt sliding high up my thighs as though I too were some wanton slut. I am not, of course, I am a proper middle-aged woman of class. Yes, I am your sometimes-lover, but I am not a slut like you.Walking on my knees I approach you. "Yes darling", you whisper, "come. Jeff can see your panties,’ said Matt cheekily. Abby quickly pressed the front helm of her skirt to cover her panties and that made Jeff returned to his seat immediately. His face was reddened with embarrassment. ‘Don’t worry, Jeff. It’s not your fault. Abby just can’t keep her legs closed even when she’s wearing a dress with guys around,’ said Matt. Finally, they arrived at the beach resort. Matt went to the reception counter to fill up some forms and to get the key. Abby and Jeff were sitting. I completed mapping the area and traced back the road bed in hopes of finding a path with easier access. I resolved to return with rope, a shovel, a lantern and five gallons of kerosene.I told Uncle Bob about my find. He knew that there was no way in hell that he could discourage me from investigating the old diggings save tying me up and locking me in a box, so he did his best to instill the fear of God and bad engineering in me. He dug into the library until he found a book on hard-rock.