I moved my hand slowly along her, pausing as my fingers approached her perineum. Moving more slowly now. I smiled as my fingers felt the moistness of ...er juices on the pantyhose."Someone's wet," I whispered, as my hand slowly continued its journey upward.I began to move my hand up and down now, my middle finger protruding slightly along her increasingly moist slit. Her breathing was changing, and she gave a little gasp as I brushed my hips into her-my own arousal so obvious. I changed the. Additionally we were at least partly protected by the hang of Christian’s jacket and I was anxious to preserve that particular status quo. Christian’s face remained impassive, although his erection spoke for him and secretly I was just a little pleased at my technique and its effect. There was a blur in Christian’s lap and it took a moment for me to realise he’d thrown my knickers back into my lap. I was surprised, for this was a gentlemanly move I had not expected. Unfortunately my instincts. " He looked around the exquisite kitchen and said, "This is better."That was the extent of his conversation, and very soon after he left for the plant. Columba saw him to the front door, and when she returned, she said, "Joseph is making progress, but he is not all the way through a new process he's been working on for months. He wakes up, rushes off to the plant, drags himself home for a meal, and is back to work until bedtime."We don't see much of him when he's in one of these states..." I. "Look, I'm busy, we can talk later." He said as he bolted up the stairs and slammed the door to his bedroom.Megan ran her hand through her short brown hair and sighed heavily. "Well, that went over like the Titanic..." She said to herself as she walked back into the living room.********Justin couldn't compose himself. Seeing his sister had wrecked him. He knew what happened in that shower. He fumbled with his door in an attempt to lock it, then lay down on his bed, unzipped his pants and took.