I feel you rise off me and roll over against my side and you switch hands for a moment, keeping my arms restrained. Your other hand slides me forward ...nd I feel your body nudge me to maneuver me on to my side. As I roll into position, you slide up behind me in a spoon position. I feel your free hand slide over my hipbone and then down to the hem of my mini skirt. You pull the fabric up to my waist. I can feel your thumb hook the top of my lace panties, and I feel you tug them down my thighs and. You can point out that since the only other person who's supposed to have the number is her boss that you are not without other resources." And did you find out who her boss is?" I asked."No," she answered. "I was a good girl; I just got the information we needed. The cell phone sort of came up in conversation along the way." What else did you do?" I asked."What do you mean?" Her innocent little girl tone told me I was right, that she had done something else. The question was what? I ran in. "Alan? Hell-looo? Alan? Are you with me?" Oh. Right. Sorry." He struggled to focus on her words and not drop his eyes to her thoroughly covered but still undeniably massive chest. He guessed her tits were about the same size as Susan's or Suzanne's, and he imagined a size competition where all three women were topless and rubbing their chests up against each other to determine who had the biggest rack. (That was hardly the most efficient way to compare sizes, but it sure worked for Alan's. She took it and moved to open it to see inside. "Perhaps somewhere more private" He advised, nodding towards the open door of the pub. Lyndsay secreted the parcel in her own bag and went to the pub toilets. She locked the cubicle door and retrieved the parcel. Inside was a varnished wooden case, inside of which was, nestled amongst blue velvet a bright pink love egg with a long curved tail, making it look not unlike a pink cartoon tadpole. She took it carefully and, using some lubricant also in.