I breathed in sharply, and imagined I could smell her through the material of her panties and skirt. With my hands on her ass, I pressed harder agains... her, and I felt her press back, a small circular motion of her hips that ground her mons against my nose. “No … no…” she whispered, and I recognized that it was *that* whisper – the strange, troubled, urgent whisper I had lately come to associate with the strange intense sex she’d been initiating. “No. I started imagining the curve of her breast and tried to pick out if the nipple was protruding or if my imagination was running away with me. She never looked up but shifted her weight from one cheek to the other and there it was. At the leg opening of her black pj shorts, about one inch of lacy white fabric showing like a light against the darkness of her skin and the blackness of her shorts. I saw the white elastic band around the leg and wondered if I saw her pubic hairs sticking through. "I'll pass." Karen said politely, "I don't want to be the cause of any family discord." Wouldn't be any discord on our part, as long as my hubby could get his hands on you and I could get some dick from that young stud of yours." They both laughed, but Karen wasn't taking the bait. Keith had already told her he wanted only her on this trip and she wasn't going to ruin that. Besides, she was spoiled by his attention and that from Rick when they had the time. She was more than eager to keep her. The church was anxious to convert the savages, but it wasn’t enthusiastic about worshipping with them. The fact that John could read and write better than most of the other members of the church did not help.At long last, the service ended with the singing of “What a Friend” and we edged our way toward the door.That was long.“Yes, but for three hours we sat with our man touching us.”I wanted to take his hand.“Ramie! Not in public. What would people say?”Sorry, Miranda. I’ll behave.Still, I.