Her hand being pushed against my pussy by her oversized purse."I totally didn't mean to…" she said as she looked up at me shaking her head in horror..."Just get it out of there please," I gasped as I tried to move but had absolutely no place to go. I was trapped."I'm trying!" She replied as I felt her hand wiggle between my legs.My knees started getting weak as I felt what I could only assume was her thumb, start rubbing on my clit. It felt smooth and slippery against my sensitive sex probably. He just wanted five minutes peace and quiet to read his newspaper.He was interrupted by the curvy Natalie, who grunted the moment she saw him. "Don't tell me you buy that shit," she said forcefully as she looked at the front page."What's wrong with it?" Adam asked as he sat down. "So it isn't the Guardian or the Times or whatever you read, but it's a solid decent paper." It's," Natalie stopped and rubbed her eyes. "It's a foul paper," she told him forcefully in a highly pronounced Scottish. ‘I guess yes. Guys always asked me what my secret was. They were joking but there was an edge to it. When we decided to get married I got lots of ‘what the fuck is she doin’ with you?’ types of remarks.’ ‘The only thing that the hormone treatments and your little shock did was kick your powers to the next level.’ Malcolm explained. ‘You would have lived a longer than average human life, now you’ll live a normal incubus life. You’ll be free from almost every human disease because of your. “I’ve kept you from your whisky too.”“Hmm!” said Peter solemnly. “I’m afraid I’ll have to report you to the headmistress when she gets back.”“Please don’t,” she whispered but her eyes were sparkling again. “She might spank me.”“Doubt it,” replied Peter. “Corporal punishment is forbidden these days. Mind you, she might hang you up by your plaits for half an hour.”“I haven’t got plaits!”“Oh! Nor you have! Oh well! I’d better give you a kiss instead then.”He pecked her forehead. Her arms tightened.