I see now, that logic didn't track. Who would be the first suspect? The enraged, wronged husband! The car was thrashed in my driveway! I crawled over ...o the ledge where I had kept my pellet gun stashed and removed it from the sealed plastic bag I used to keep it clean and dry.I heard our phone ring several times, but I knew that Karen was far too preoccupied to answer it. The machine picked up, but I couldn't make out the message being left. It had to be Dottie, though. Her next step would be. Andthen he lifted his head again and straightened up and looked down and Ifelt his fingers take hold of the thong and begin to pull it down. "Mystockings, you'll have to take them off the thong won't get passed theclips on the suspenders." I took my hands away from my breasts andreached down trying to find the fasteners but he gently pushed my handsaway and took over deftly slipping the rubber buttons up until the clipreleased the stocking and quickly he had both stockings released andgently. A few minutes later she was pulling into the driveway of one of the more beautiful town houses she'd ever seen, she exited the car and keyed into the front door of her new home. She almost immediately went to the bedroom on her own personal explore of Michelle's most prize possessions, her clothes.Holly stripped own to nudity and began to admire herself in the full-length mirror against the wall. Michelle had the figure of a goddess with absolutely no fat as far as Holly could see, Her breasts. She blushed and smiled at me and then began to feel me through the thin fabric. I knew without needing to check that I was already damp down there. I moved her hand and pushed it inside my panties and let her finally get to the real me. Her fingers trembled slightly at the first touch, but she steeled herself and made small movements, following the line of my labia. Fearful of disturbing her moment I lay still apart from my rhythmic stroking of her thigh. I had moved slightly higher and now.