"I mean, if you were boring," she said, taking his hand and putting it on her thigh, "Then you'd take your hand away from me." Steve looked across at ...her, then down at his hand on her thigh. He left it where it was, but he looked up nervously for any sign of the conductor. He could only see the heads of two passengers far up the carriage. "And you wouldn't rub my leg." He stroked her thigh, tanned and smooth. "All the way up to the top," she said. He went to the inside of her thigh, feeling her. This news was being overshadowed by the news that the well known crime writer Jason Feldham was thought to have been incinerated in an explosion that had totally destroyed his Porsche. The explosion had also caused considerable human and property damage, the extent of which was yet to be determined. Ruiz rang Phoebe when the news broke that I had been blown up. ‘Listen, I have some bad news.’ ‘What?’ ‘Jason is dead. Now get your things together, I’m picking you up in twenty minutes and we’re. Targets. Saturday evening four of us reckoned we,d be safer as a group and walked the short distance past the large market area to the usual “gyp joint rip off area” which surrounds every military base providing over priced booze and loose women, but these women were different than the Japanese ojosans Id almost gotten used to, the majority were more petite than the Japanese, but even more beautiful with higher cheek bones even their traditional dress made even the more mature females look very. But when she reached down between her legs to rub her pussy through her knickers I was confident I wasn't the only one enjoying this!"Take your bra and knickers off," I said quietly. "Leave your socks on."Leanne sat up, and unclipped her bra, letting it fall forward before slipping it off her shoulders. Her tits were perfect, and her nipples begged for attention. She lay back and eased her knickers down to her knees, presenting an alluring sight, before kicking them off onto the floor. Still.