“But ya know what's good for that, don't ya?” “What?” Chris asked. “Once ya have all them stingers out, go outside and get some nice mud...and pack it on the spots. Ya'll have to wrap his hands and head up in some rags to keep the mud wet, but that'll draw the sting and burn out. By tomorrow, he'll be right as rain.” Hooper spat a line of tobacco juice into the fireplace and went back outside. “God, what an insufferable savage,” Chris said as she went back to work on her husband. . As she begins to kiss him and attempting to pull his pants down I just sat and watched. She finally got his jeans down somewhat, enough to free his cock so it was clear to my view. He was average length and very thick, shaved all but a small patch. Rock hard with precum glistening on the head. She straddled his legs, continuing to kiss him and stroking his cock with her hand. I had a full view at this point. She was still dressed and had on a miniskirt which I finally got brave enough to. ”“Grace, I...”“Mac, I love you. But from now on, don’t sneak behind my back and ask someone to lie to get your way. Just fight it out with me. Or threaten to spank me if you don’t get your way. But don’t use deceit.”Mac looked at her. “Threaten to spank you? That would have worked?”“We will never know now, will we?”Lunch at Agaton was delicious and helped lighten the mood a little. The stop for the Hop On - Hop Off bus was right near the restaurant. Since the weather was so lovely, they opted. One pair of underwear surely won’t go missed, right? She glances around the laundry room, sees that she is all alone. Obviously her extended absence hasn’t gone noticed yet. So she stuffs them quickly into her pocket.Both her hearts are pounding and her knees are trembling when she returns to the dinner table with the secret contraband gently warming her thigh from inside her pocket. Dinner becomes difficult to get through, and afterward when she makes up some bullshit excuse to head home,.