It was only then that he’d realized that he’d perhaps blabbed to the wrong person and his high quality remastering of the Bear had undoubtedly mad...e him an immediate target.Perhaps realizing that he only a few hours left to live, Hubert had taken a few last minute precautions. He’d burned this one last final DVD with this confession and his remastered now-masterpiece on it and phoned for an old friend to come collect it, well before he’d called me, as something of an off-site data storage backup. Whilst Jan was showering & making her self pretty, I packed an Esky and a bag with some towels our bathers and the camera quickly putting these in the boot without advising Jan. As it was to be in the low thirty’s Jan dressed in tight shorts, simple Tee shirt & thongs, I threw on three quarter shorts and open neck shirt, we fired up the car and headed south arriving in McLaren Vale around 9am. After enjoying a hearty breakfast we headed off to the wineries for a little sampling or should I say. -You know I really feel pitty for you.-Huh?-Well you drinking your cola instead of this.-He said showing off his beer bottle.-If you dont tell mom and dad I'll let you try some.Hearing this, was funny, I wondered if he truly believed I never had a drop of alcohol. Not long ago me and my best friend drank something ten times stronger than beer. So I just smiled and raised an eyebrow.-So lets pretend you're not going to tell, right?- he asked. So I nodded, reaching for his bottle, the bottle his. She was now rubbing her pussy through the satin front of the panties. I could clearly see her labia and her fingers were rubbing her sex furiously. She moaned as she rubbed harder and harder. Even with my extreme state of arousal, I couldn't help but notice that her panties weren't showing any signs of her excitement.She slid her hand down the front of her panties, stroked her pussy a few times, and then cupped her hand under her crotch. As she removed her hand it was clear that she was holding.