I slowly encouraged his hand towards my nipple. When the palm of his hand hit it I gasped. He slowly cupped my breast and squeezed gently. Yup, he was...good with his hands! Oh God, this was going to be good!I ran a finger down the front of his shirt. "Missy, I think it is time we properly explain to this gentleman just how appreciative we are of the ride he gave us. Care to help me return the favor?" I could not BELIEVE those words had just come out of my mouth! I'd never been this bold before. Your body is ready for battle in a matter of seconds.This feeling is familiar to Lucas, who has spent much of his life in extreme situations.When he realized the situation he was in, his reaction was quick and precise.First, he tried to pull the table back, to hide his crotch as much as possible. He didn’t know what was being shown in his groin, but he knew it was dangerous to let other people see it.Unfortunately, the girl’s head was in the way.He didn’t know how her ability works since at. However, they remove one of the little pleasures that men have enjoyed for many years – seeing what is supposed to be hidden. When a woman wearing a skirt sits down and crosses her legs, most men’s eyes are drawn like magnets to her knees, instinctively looking for some type of exposure. Maybe it will be a hose top, or better, a flash of thigh and supporters – or maybe the real prize, a glimpse of panties. The ultimate, of course is to see hair or cunt lips if there are no panties. It’s. He read it, then said to Gill, So what type of underwear do you wear then? Much the same as her, Gill said. The phone pinged again. Reading it he said Are you wearing stockings now then. Yes replied Gill. Can I feel then. Before Gill could answer his hand was stroking her thigh up to her suspenders He looked at his mate and nodded. My mate wants to see them Can I take a picture of your stocking tops for him. Gill looked at the guy opposite and smiled. Hitching her skirt up over her thighs to.