His hand instantly followed, his fingers tracing out the line of my underwear under the pantyhose. I thought things would end there, but it was only a...moment before I felt a finger nail sawing at the tightly stretched crotch of my pantyhose and then, pushing through to gently massage the short, stiff hairs of my snatch through the thin, and wet, material of my panties. Jim seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he played there for several minutes. My eyes had to be misted over as he. " Jane seemed embarrassed. "That's where my husband and I went on our honeymoon. The way you've been making me feel, it's as if I'm on my honeymoon, all over again. That's what made me think of it." I'd be honored to take the place of your husband in such a pilgrimage."That morning, after leaving Halifax at five, they drove roughly North-West to join with the Trans-Canada Highway at Truro and turned right. At New Glasgow, they stopped for breakfast and continued on to reach the Canso Causeway. Sucking Kevin would be fun and getting eaten out would be lovely, but wouldn't it be absolutely grand to have that raw, stiff cock sliding up into her tight pussy. She sucked in a breath and licked her lips. Where in the world would she find a rubber this late in the game? And then she knew. Howell! Of course he'd have something like that stashed in his drawer. She could sneak into his room and filch one easy. Howell was always downstairs at the bar boozing it up. He probably wouldn't even miss. Smart yellow blouse under her black jacket. Brown knee-length skirt to match her long hair. Tan stockings and suspenders because even she knew that men loved stuff like that.She glanced at her reflection in the window and suddenly began to wonder what on earth she was doing as she felt the first self-doubts beginning to creep in as they always did when she had to make a serious life choice. Maybe she should leave and just forget about the whole Agency thing. Go back to living a normal life with.