Her bikini-bottoms were full-cut, but stitched up the middle giving a slight concave effect between her arse-cheeks. I let my fingers caress down the ...titching and over her gusset. I assume the guys thought that this would be as far as we’d go, since it was essentially what we did last time. They would be expecting me to slip my fingers into her panties and bring her off. I didn’t. First off I made sure I removed Sue’s shorts completely and pulled them off her knees and her feet. Then I got her. Morrison said and sat down, smiling like the cat in the proverb. He crossed his white-stockinged legs."I would like to call the defendant," Constable Wainright said, and Ned took the oath and the witness chair."Did you hit Mr. Foster?" Wainright asked."Yes sir," Ned nodded, very quiet, eyes on the floor."Are you sorry you did that?" Yes sir," Ned said a bit louder. "Real sorry." Why?" Cause I'm going to marry his daughter, and..." Not in this life," cried Mr. Foster, putting down his. Still, the office radiated power, and the man in it was part of that feeling."Bob Jeffers," said the colonel, sounding as if Bob was a long lost friend, who had just been re-found. "I'm so glad you decided to come take a look at us." You're welcome," said Bob, who couldn't think of anything else to say."Sit down," said Hawkins. "Would you like something? Coffee? Tea? Soda?" He picked up the phone, obviously ready to call for refreshment."I'm fine, thanks," said Bob. He sat in one of three. Thanks," I said, maybe a little too quickly. I could feel myself blushing furiously from what he had just said, and then thought to myself, “Oh my God! What if he knows?” Because of what I had done I didn’t want him to catch on to my nervousness, so I ended the conversation. "I’ll talk to you soon, honey." We didn’t talk again for two days. I thought about him and my panties in every spare moment I had. I knew that he had to have smelled them, and tasted them. I so wished that I had the nerve.