I entered and spotted Megan over in the corner by the lingerie. I first went and looked at the dvd's and moved on to the books which were next to the ...ingerie and on the pretence that I was looking at the books on the bottom shelf I knelt down on the other side of the fixture that Megan was looking at. Megan squatted down on the other side to rummage through the bottom shelf of the rack and as I looked she opened her knees so that I could see right up her dress. What a lovely sight. She was. She stills had some baby fat to her stomach, but it looked like a smooth path to her tight, perfect, c cup breasts. Her areola the size of an euro. It was like looking at the statue of Venus's tits in the flesh. No tan lines, but a small number of freckles going up to her face. Which was hidden in a veil of curly strands of hair. Then I was back in the room.Apparently I could see thing now to. But before I could ask anymore question. It was all interrupted by the moan, and hip grinding to my. I did hope that it wasn't all that I would be looking at.Half way through the meal I had a good indication that there was more to be seen at the Reverend's office than his application. He leaned over and whispered to me. "Go to the bathroom, take off your panties and bring them to me. When you get back here, slip them into my hand without anyone noticing." He was right about no one noticing. We both had a lot to lose, if I were to drop them on the floor of the restaurant.I shook my head no. "I. “Once I’m back from dropping her off I’m going to fuck You for hours, get out the magic wand and the butt plug for me coming back”“Be as quick as you can then because I can’t guarantee I won’t be sleeping by the time you get back” she joked.(My wife’s 5’5, long brown hair, 36DD gorgeous tear drop tits with this amazing curvy body, thick thighs and an ass that turns heads in the street. Her pussy is just this beautiful little hairless mound, all neat and tidy. She’s really rather proud of it..