I moved my handhigher and found her panties. I was afraid to go further, but I wanted somuch to touch her, to pleasure her. I slipped my finger unde... her pantiesand reached the object of my desire. I slipped a finger into her pussyand she moaned, she lay back against the couch and closed her eyes as Icontinued to touch her. She was obviously enjoying my touch as much as Iwas enjoying touching her. It was wonderful to see her reaction to mytouch. It was similar to the reaction I got on the. I, some how, made it through the day and back home. I stripped down and started reading my favorite erotica and felt my nipples get hard, my juices started to flow. But I wasn't in the mood to finish quickly tonight, I teased myself. Long slow stroke of my fingers, purposefully avoiding my clit, waiting until I was soaking wet to even insert one finger. But one wasn't enough, I needed more, needed to feel stretched. I jumped to three fingers, loving the way my outer lips strained just a little. Each time one of the femalesslipped a bill into it, she took the opportunity to rub or finger or evenpinch my fake pussy. I could feel every contact clearing against myconstrained cock. My poor balls throbbed with yearning.I served another half dozen tables, with lots more of the shamefultreatment I had suffered already, along with some inventive variations.At one point I was crouching under a table checking well-dressed females'panty crotchbands, running my nose up and down them, to make. I know you like eggs, Rachel. You'll go nuts over eggs fresh from the hen. If one stops laying ... then it's chicken stew." Oh! How cruel." It's the reality of the farm," Noah replied. "It's starting to flurry. The roads up there aren't the best in the winter. That's why Mom has that big Suburban. It can go through a foot of snow without a problem."Noah turned onto the ramp leading from the interstate and stopped at a gas station. He nudged Rachel. "Rachel?" Huh?" she said and rubbed her.