“Imagine sucking on my nipples,” I gasped.He had no frame of reference for that, and all I felt was his lips, brushing across my breasts.It was al... I could do to concentrate on stroking him in my own imagination. What he was thinking about felt so real to me, it was a little scary. But it was Bobby, and I wasn’t afraid of Bobby. In his imagination his finger was teasing my clit. I could feel an orgasm trying to exert its power over me.“Now, you can imagine getting on top of me and putting your. I moved to a chair in the lobby while this occurred and I was still sitting there when Ed came over to me. ‘Come on partner. I know it’s hard but you have to pull yourself together and do this thing. Come on, I’ll drive. We have to book him and get him into holding now while we have him.’ ‘Did you see. . . .?’ I couldn’t say it out loud. I couldn’t ask him the question. ‘Yeah buddy, I saw. Let’s get you out of here right now. You don’t want to be here when she comes down, you hear me? Let’s. Her head now rested on my shoulder and I started rubbing her shoulder. Now again our eyes met and she placed her hand on my thigh. I started caressing her shoulder. I could feel our heart beats getting faster and I placed a kiss on her forehead. She now hugged me and we started kissing. One eye on the road and my lips were exploring her lips. I started pressing hers boobs from over her top and she was kissing my neck and ears. After half an hour we reached home, we got down from the car and. ..A couple of days later, I went out to my shed to retrieve some tools for yardwork and noticed a plastic bag hanging from the door handle of the shed. Opening the bag, I found a pair of pink cotton panties and a note that read, "The panties you took are my favorite and quite expensive. I hope you enjoyed them, but I would like them back. Here's a replacement pair..." The pink panties weren't the high French cut style, but they were still pretty sexy and there was a lot of dried pussy juice in.