"I'll go to the ladies room and remove them." "No. You had your chance. Do it here. Now!" I was looking at him. Scared and embarrassed. But I did as I...was told. I reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down and off. All the while asking myself why am I doing this. Letting this man talk to me like this. He smelled them and put them into his pocket. Just as he finished sliding my panties in his pocket our waiter came with our food. We began to eat. I felt his hand on my leg. I froze and. The small part of my brain still attached to reality put up an argument immediately, insisting that a mid-morning tryst in downtown Chicago with a strange girl this pretty was hardly likely. She was perhaps going to take me to coffee with her, or maybe she had a flat tire that she wanted me to change.I sensed her gaze on me as she led me back toward the direction I had just come from. I turned my head toward her and there were her captivating hazel eyes on top of a smile I can only describe as. .. she started"What Zara. You're sorry? After a year you're sorry?"Even Jesse was impressed by the calm tone in his voice. He was anything but calm, a slow but definite thickening in his cock was still happening and his impatient boyish brain yearned for action. He stepped up to the bed, unable to resist the urges to touch her, to feel her skin against his once more. To feel her hair gripped in his fist, breasts squeezed under his force. Forcing his cock between her sweet legs to her entrance.. They walked together for some time and then Jenny laughed gaily, the first time she had not looked solemn for longer than Frances could remember."Lost your shoes, darling? Never mind, those are the sweetest feet! I always envied you them! Bet it feels sore, though with all this heat and everything so dusty and dry!" Yeah! It does a bit. I like your legs, come to that - and you sure seem to be showing a lot of them today!"Jenny grinned. "I didn't see where I'd put my shorts this morning,.