I stood there for a moment, frozen in fear and anticipation.Finding some strength again, I walked around to the passenger side, which was the only way...into the back of the van through a sliding door just that side. I opened the door and stepped in."Hello, little girl." It was dark inside and I still couldn't see him well. "How old are you?" Seventeen," I said. My voice sounded higher than normal, probably because of my nerves. I realized my hands were shaking."Mmm..." I could hear his breathing. His countenance possessed in the highest degree what physiognomists call ‘repose in action,’ a quality of those who act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye, Mr. Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure which Angelica Kauffmann has so skillfully represented on canvas. Seen in the various phases of his daily life, he gave the idea of being perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated as a Leroy chronometer. Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude personified, and. She twirled. The strings that went over her hips disappeared between her buttocks, which were completely bare. "Well?" she said, turning back to face him.Bob gulped. He'd seen girls wearing these things while he was at the beach, but he generally looked at them out of the corner of his eyes. this was the first time he'd actually fixed his full attention on a girl wearing one. His mouth was dry. He had to swallow again."It's kind of brief, don't you think?" he croaked. He was glad he was sitting. Continuing her way down alisons body kay finally reached the top of her thong, once there she pulled down the top of the material to reveal alisons neatly trimmed pubic hair, kay kissed her just above her pubic hair before slipping her hands inside the waist of alisons panties and slipping them down her long slender legs, with a satisfied and cheeky grin kay then threw the panties at me and they landed on my lap. Now as kay positioned herself between my wifes legs i was able to watch as kay.