After a bit longer, my hands began to creep up her legs, and my fingers gently brushed up the inside of her thighs and began pressing against the whit... cotton stretched in between, and amazingly again, she didn't complain, and in fact her legs opened slightly wider and I could see the thin material stretching over her little soft mound.Then my fingers slipped up under her cotton panties and pressed against the soft flesh inside.She moaned again, and her breathing got a little heavier, but still. ”This was somewhat unexpected and he wasn’t really prepared for it. In a couple of minutes she was going to recover sufficiently to ask awkward questions like where was he taking her.He turned into a deserted lane and she just had time to form the word ‘where’ when he hit her. He hit hard enough to knock her head into the side window and for a few moments she was unconscious, just long enough for him to pull up and get a chloroform soaked pad over her nose and mouth. With her fully unconscious. You could also shorten that sentence and say “For some reason his erection seemed harder” and that would also be true. The rest of the day at the beach, and the trip home was pretty much lost to Dom. Both thinking about what he’d seen, and trying to ignore a series of erections which had become very distracting, was taking most of his attention. He was glad to be home and able to shower and change and after tea he felt like things were more normal, and he was much more comfortable back in. Lying back on the sofa, she rests in a nightdress. The lace frames the swell of her breasts while the silk skims her curves. She sips at the wine in her hand, enjoying the taste of the fruit on her tongue. She rolls the liquid around her mouth. She savours the aroma while tilting back her head. Putting the cold of the glass to her nipple through the silk. She gasps softly and moves a hand between her legs to press her palm over her feminine mound. Leaving the wine on the side, she lowers the.