I woke up, you weren’t in bed ... I worried,” she said.“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied. “I decided to think for a while.”“On the Grimes?�...�“Unfortunately.”The woman, tall and lean, more panther than person, joined him at the window. Her coal-black hair shone in the sun.“It’s my duty to remind you they are a side issue, and should only occupy your thoughts to this degree should they become more of a threat.”“And you take no joy in reminding me of that.”“None at all. Your borderline obsession is. I told her to keep her hands off you as I saw you first.”He was surprised to hear Rita say that about Barbra Jacobs.In the morning there was one last round of having sex before Don said his good-bye. He told Rita if the Lord was willing he probably would be back here next year. In saying that he thought he would be back but who knows as unforeseen things can happen.Rita telling Don what Barbara said about taking him for a test drive gave him something to think about which was about all he. We sit and chat while we drink and you comment that you can see that I have dressed as we agreed. I look and see that you are looking at my ankles where my trousers have ridden up as I crossed my legs. I haven't put on any socks and it is obvious from the silky sheen that I am wearing something sheer. I have, as we agreed, put on a pair of my favourite sheer to the waist tan pantyhose. You had told me that you and Jill had never played with another man dressed in sexy undies. I ask if you would. "This feels comfy. I like being in here with you, Jill." Umm. Me, too."Somehow, our bodies molded together and our mouths found each other. Soft, sweet, demanding. Our tongues explored their mates, reveling in their discovery. My left arm was around her, the hand on her back, pulling her close to me. The right hand held a breast, hefting its weight, toying with the nipple. I felt a hand make its way down my stomach and settle on my cock. I could feel it expand as she played with it. She pulled.