We could not see what Jeff and Patricia were doing in the front seat, but we could hear the zippers being unzipped and the other tell tale sounds of c...othing being removed. Hazel was letting George raise the hem of her black skirt up around her waist and pull down her white panties. For the first time, I saw that Hazel was truly a natural blonde. When I felt Jim's hand move up to cup my chest where my right breast should have been, I could not bring my eyes from the couple beside us. Jim's hand. As he got closer, he could see that Alma didn’t look happy. ‘What is it?’ he asked. Alma gave him an embarrassed smile and answered, ‘Just a bit nervous actually.’ Ranulf found that he wanted to reach out and place a reassuring arm on her shoulder, but could not. All he could do was say, ‘Me too. I’ve never been a burglar before either.’ The young woman looked into his eyes, she could see that Ranulf was troubled, ‘What is it?’ she asked, echoing his question to her. He shifted. With the sounds of the city behind us and the dark sky over Lake Michigan, we held each other close. When we had cooled down, from dinner and the wine, we headed back to the car and my apartment. There was another bottle of merlot awaiting us there, along with dark chocolate. Those two things go well together. For some reason, our drive back was quiet. I was busy with the traffic, but Cathy was silent. We had made love a few a times since Christmas, and things were still good. We did try to. She started to share her hostel life. She was very excited to tell me that she also wears shorts in the home. I insisted her to wear them for me, after a long conversation she agreed and went inside to change. I was very nervous and waiting in the TV room. I could clearly hear my heart beat.After a 10 min wait I saw her leaning to the wall with blue shorts and white t-shirt. I can clearly see her tits as her boobs were trying to burst out from her t-shirt. By seeing this I was struggling to.