For the rest of the meal we limited ourselves to rubbing each other's thighs and the occasional kiss. I was very happy with Rachel and it was clear th...t it was mutual. Where she'd been all my life up to the day I got my CAP card wasn't clear -- but what WAS clear was the fact that she didn't seem to give a shit about the score. The appearance, at least, was that if we'd met a week or a year previous, the result would have been similar, at least, as long as I made the first move. Of course, the. How do you feel about that he asked. Its never fair to ask me howI feel about anything if you're a dominant man because you know all I cando is listen. No panties with the pantyhose and his hand never far frombottom, although I will allow a pantyliner for a modicum of modesty. Theidea was to get me used to it. Get me used to being handled in a publicplace. We met some people. This is Yvonne, say hello to Kevin Yvonne. Lethim see what a pretty dimwit you are. That was new being called a. . !"Down... ! Down flat on your belly, bitch!" Bige Lannigan ordered Jean who finally responded once the command was imprinted in her blurred mind, and the heavy bellied man knelt between her provocatively scissored legs, staring lasciviously at the warm, tanned body beneath him.He slid his hand along the inner side of her satiny smooth thigh to the moistened, teenaged lips and then pink slit of her tight young cunt, tracing the hair-lined separation with a forefinger upward between the. My tired horse had finally gone lame, and I was trudging along afoot when she stopped her light wagon and offered me a ride to the next village. She was carrying a load of small kegs, whisky I assumed from the smell. She was a big-boned, long-legged woman wearing dark, heavy homespun and a knitted shawl as well as very plain and sturdy boots. Her hair was tied back, and her hawk-nosed face radiated humor and confidence. I doubt that many women would have offered a man as big and dirty as I was.