* Now... Jenna often slipped into a mild trance as she sat in her meditative pose. The world could rattle around her yet she would remain floating in...her own pocket of ease. Not that she was oblivious to her surroundings. She was just attuned to what her body and mind needed at the moment to remain balanced. Today though, she couldn’t quite find that balance. There was a miniscule waver in her breath, her heartbeat off by a microsecond. Like a pin drop on a perfect sheet of ice, a tiny chip. His pubic hair softly tickled her bare lips, causing wriggling as nerves forecast pleasures yet to arrive. ‘Oh, yes,’ she replied, as his kisses roved down her neck. She felt his hot breath and whiskers in contrast to the softness of his lips in the notch of her collarbone as his body settled on to hers, pressing her back to the floor firmly. Sometimes, she knew, he would linger there, exciting her neck because it was so sensitive while the rest of her began yearning for his touch, but tonight. As I watched her, she lifted her eyes and locked them on me, graced me with a hint of a smile then returned her attention to her toes, making no effort to pull the skirt to a more modest location. Done with the one foot, she straightened the leg then brought the other foot up, the skirt shifted, revealing a glimpse of white lace panties. I could not deny the tremor in my loins as I stared. She again glanced up at me for several moments then began to paint her unpolished toes. She knew I was. " He isn't my Rob," I insisted."You don't know that. Though I suspect you'll soon find out." Shesmiled reassuringly. I suppose. "Maybe," was all I could respond. "Why do you thinkhe'll get to see anything that's under my blouse?" We've talked about it. You decided that breast play was your bestbet for distracting him from whatever his other designs on yourvirtue. So you'll surely want to flash him early and then keep himoccupied with your ... upper attributes, so to speak. Don't.