..then his hands were smoothing over the backs of her thighs and calves. She managed a low murmur of appreciation. Then she realised his hands were sp...eading her legs...definitely time to protest now ! She even managed to rise onto her elbows...Then his palms were on her bumcheeks. The cut of her bikini bottoms exposed alot of that soft white flesh. Did she just hear a moan of delight? His hands spent a long time there, working, cupping....too intimate surely! Inch by inch her thighs were being. I loved her passion and tried kissing her. But she was in no mood to kiss me now and was in hurry to get undressed quickly.She made me be in my undergarment. She too quickly changed into bra and panty. It was really a wonderful experience watching her in those white bra and panty. I thought black will tempt me more but seeing her in those white ones I was mesmerized.As she jumped on me I could see a wet patch on her panty may be due to our foreplay in the theatre. She started with my forehead. How can she? It's a coincidence."What field?" I said. "I have no idea what you are talking about." Stop it, Dave," she said angrily. "At the field, Dave. Don't make me do this. Do you want me to tell you what she pulled out of her purse? In the field, Dave. In the grass, Dave."There is no fucking way. Nobody knows. How could she? Oh my God. I've got to get out of here!"What are you talking about, Karen? Y-you are full of shit and you know it." I could feel myself starting to cry. I was. Astra caned articles of furniture as she strutted impatiently about the villa, her whole body tensing as she fought with her red-headed temperement; her feelings were mixed, had he intended to run? Had he been delayed by an encounter with a woman whereby he had not shown humility? Worst of all, had he been executed by opportunist females, hanged or beheaded by them whilst in a drunken stupour or their wicked sexual lust having taken control of them? It would not be the first time a recognised.