"I'm afraid my medical expertise doesn't go much beyond advanced first aid, but I'll have a look at it." I corrected myself, "I mean I'll have a feel ...f it."When I thought I was close, I put out my hand and touched something."That's my left leg."I reached past it and found her right knee. "OK, I'm gonna slide my hand down your leg and you tell me when I get to a sore spot." When I got to just above her ankle, she jerked and inhaled sharply.I maneuvered around toward her feet so I could work. I watched as her nipples, already hard bumps on the tips of her breasts, grow. The pink areolas contracted with that growth and Milena lowered her breasts to brush them over my erection.The warmth of her body felt good. Really good. I moaned deeply and raised my hips to press myself into her soft flesh. Milena took advantage of my action and pulled at my underwear, trying to get them off me. I helped her, having to bring my legs together so she could pull them off completely. Then I returned to. She emerged looking more respectable, but still too recognisable. She held the wig as if it was a dead animal. I almost laughed."Jill ... I can't ... it's against everything..." I'm sorry darling, but this is no time to stand up for your feminist principles. You're a fugitive. You're nearly six feet tall, you stand out like a Belisha beacon, and you're all over the papers. Let me do it. You can blame me if the Sisters see you and don't like it."I pushed her back into cubicle, and crowded in. He could not take his eyes of Lauren’s appealing décolletage, nor the appealing glimpses of her soft inner thigh. On one occasion, as Lauren was adjusting her nightie, he caught a brief glimpse of her white lace panties. The glimpse was long enough for him to discern the dark shadow of her thick pubic thatch and a few tufts of hair escaping the edge of her panties. This was enough for him to give up all hope of squelching his rampant erection. Try as best he could James was having difficulty.