He had thought that something like that had been in her mind because when they dressed to go out Em had selected a very tiny black string to wear unde... her flouncy skirt. The voyeur in Ambrose liked such concepts. They frequently fuelled his masturbation fantasies. The idea of Em thrashing noisily while some other lucky man’s hard cock hot-nailed her to a bed, or a couch, or a beach, or a car seat, gave him the biggest hard-on. The trip up to Iguassu had been a spur of the moment thing, more. Our light-hearted mood returned as we strolled around the observation deck, then inquired about a table in the restaurant.We were seated at the windows next to an attractive woman eating alone. The tables were rather close together and my mother and the woman exchanged brief comments. The woman's skirt was slit up the side and showed black stocking tops, a sight attractive to my eye. She crossed her legs, tucking them alongside the chair and gave me an extra look."She has pretty legs," my. And yes, it’s all going to be on you. Because they are coming hats in hands begging,” she said.“They or him?” I said. “You said Blake.”“Well...” she said.“Okay, but not they. Only him. If she or anyone else shows up with him; it’s over forever,” I said.“Okay, I’ll tell him, them, they,” she said.“Okay, then, set it up.” I said.“Okay, I’ll go home now. But ... breakfast at my place tomorrow?” she said.“Okay, it’s not that long a drive I guess,” I said, and I smiled and so did she.“No, not that. Shaking herself, she stepped away from the car and toward the ticket line. She would take the grand tour. After touring the guard house, and the great hall, the tour began on the rooms above stairs. They visited a few before they visited the masters chambers. Katherine shivered as she looked at the settee that faced the bed, and the window that looked oh so familiar. The tour guide was ready to move on with the tour from that room, and began to lead everyone out. Katherine stayed behind. She.