Revealing much more thigh above her stockings, but also the taught white suspender strap and broad chrome metal clip, straining at the stocking top. W...ith my right hand, I reached forward and cupped Jeans soft milky left thigh and didnt dare move, I expected her to move away but she did not. After what seemed like ages, I started to stroke the backs of her thighs and stockings, Jean continued chatting with my Mum and did not respond to my feeling her. I pulled on the pleated skirt and was easily. I have to wait to get home again and disappear to my bedroom and lie on my bed. My assistant asked me “how’s your Mum Nina? I have such trouble with mine, always telling me what to do still. I’m 23 years old so you would think she would leave me alone. We are always arguing. She can be so difficult sometimes, always thinking she knows best” I smiled and said “my Mum’s fine thank you. We don’t have that kind of argument really, or if we do they don’t last very long. In fact. “Oh Dick,” she whispered, “let's go somewhere more private - I need it NOW!”They snogged and pashed for ages, feeling, caressing, getting worked up, not really knowing what they were about.Car headlights shook them from their reverie and they quickly walked along the sidewalk, as if nothing had happened.A gang fight started just a few feet from where they stood, police sirens signalling that this was a serious situation.Dick quickly pulled Tracey into a downstairs bar, believing they would be. Her skin was sun-kissed and her shoulder-length, thin, blond hair was bleached by the sun with a pink dyed streak underneath. She had thick, black eyeliner on her lids, but soft pink lip gloss on her mouth and a small diamond nose ring. Her name was Karine. She sat on the edge of Tom's lounge chair and spoke to us in French until my highschool French didn't hold up any more and she figured out we were American. "You are brave to go topless," she said. "Most American women on these beaches.