For a moment it rested there, its owner still hesitant, then it started a slow journey up my thigh. My legs parted to allow its upward journey to cont...inue. The hand paused when it reached my stocking tops, the fingers playing with the elastic. Then the hand went away to be replaced by its friend. Trevor's arm went around my shoulders and I drew my eyes away from the screen - which had been doing more to turn me on than Trevor's fumblings, but suddenly he seemed to have made a decision and his. The two women and four men, including Andre, obviously enjoyed each others’ company.“So Katrina continues with her adventure?” asked the younger woman of the silver-haired man.“Yes, she continues to enjoy every minute of it. I will not be surprised if she ends up asking for membership.”““Wonderful,” responded Lucretia, the attractive, darker haired woman clad in elegant evening gown.“And you Andre? How is your apostle progressing?” asked another of the group.Andre’s response was guarded. He. At the time, she’d chalked it up to his not wanting to go home, though it was odd that it was back lot that he was upset about getting further away from, and not the festively lit windows through which Santa could be spied. But he seemed quite untroubled now, pointing not at any shadows but the TV, and Natalie didn’t mind letting him stay up. Babies don’t pay attention to clocks, nor do they have any reason to. Besides, he’d been good company as always, burbling inquisitively as Natalie went. I invited Peter over here for dinner tonight. I have a list of things I need you to pickup at the store for me today.” Keith replied. “You mean he’s coming here tonight? What did you tell him about me?” Michelle was rushing as she strutted down the hallway toward the living room. “Don’t worry. I told Peter about you staying here.” “You did?” Keith replied. “Honey. I got to go. I’ll explain it to you when I get home this afternoon. I’m getting off 2 hours early today to cook dinner. Make sure.