Then of his hand moving higher, to my calf. A gentle pressure, an upward bunching of my muscle. My foot slipped. His hand did not hold me upright, rat...er, it slid further up my leg to just above the knee.Was it me? Did I truly not know what was happening, what I was doing as I lowered myself to his sliding palm? Earl's hands felt rough and calloused as they slid up my legs to the fork of my own body, inverted branches like the pecan tree's. I honestly don't know. I don't remember or don't wish. He stood up, taking off his shirt, to close the blinds, turn off the light and light some candles. We both noticed our elderly neighbours standing shocked at the window. I chuckled to myself while he waved and smiled at them, and closed the blind. With the candles lit and the mood set, he knelt above me, slowly pulling my skirt off while looking me in the eyes, and completely removed the corset. He kissed me again, this time with his hands slowly caressing my breasts, his fingers lightly. When I wasn’t bossing her around, she constantly asked me what she could do for me to the point of annoying me.Now, I had to wear this infernal clothespin on my most private part. A part that I made boys struggle just to get a whiff of and now here I was sitting with my pussy lips on display and a clothespin all because I had been told I had to do it. I was just on the edge of a full-blown screaming orgasm and so close but so far away at the same time. It wasn’t fair!I rode most of the way with. I figured Molly had been awake for the last 18 hours, add to that the alcohol. I figured we would hot tub it, and go off to slumber land. We went to the hot tub. Molly turned off the lights and said, "We don't want to put on too big a show as a couple of neighbors can see right in here. I don't want Mom and Dad getting a bad report." The warm water felt good, I found one of the jets and just had a great time. She told me about the week from hell. I did not have much action as I sat near.