As we talked I saw that there had been a thousand times when a seemingly innocent occurrence that had given me a thrill had really been planned by her... because she secretly wanted me as much as I had wanted her. And it had finally taken something as simple as my holding her hand to tell her what she needed to know.By this time, we weren’t holding hands any more; we were hugging each other close and whispering in each other’s ears. At some point we kissed. This time it wasn’t the kiss of two kids. Two squares of cardboard wrapped in see-through cellophane bearing the logo of a well-known brand of nylons stared back at me. In both instances an attractive white woman in her twenties wearing a matching bra and panty set was present on the front. In one she wore a pair of black, crotchless fishnet tights. In the other a pair of red sheer-to-waste ones (in so much as any crotchless tights which in the case of these were essentially stockings with a built-in suspender belt made of nylon, could. I felt his fingers over my body, twisting my pink nipples, pulling them ever so slightly. He slid my legs apart so my pussy was on full show and I could hear his breath picking up and then his lips were on my breasts kissing and nibbling at them, working over to my nipples, swirling them around his wet tongue and teasing them between his teeth, pulling them ever so slightly. It took every ounce of self control I had to not moan, to not arch my back in reaction to this amazing sensation but I. A rope ran from the top of the big handle of the water jug to a plant hook in the ceiling above it. The jug had a pouring valve like you would find on a large coffee pot. You could push down to pour a cup of water, or lift up to lock the valve open. By slowly adding sand to the bucket and water to the jug, she was able to keep the system in balance. When she opened the valve on the water jug, the water would slowly drain out into the trough until the weight of the jug could no longer.