I had already worn her tights and knew how the compression helped so trying to look shocked I said with a giggle “Maybe they would!” “Why do you... wear them?” I asked. “It’s because I had an operation for my varicose veins. You can feel the scar here” she replied and lifted her leg up pointing to the back of her knee. My heart was pounding as I leant forwards and touched her scar through her tights. I held my hand there then ran my hand down her leg and over her knee and looked up at her to. “Hmmm….. should I? D’you think I should?” she mused, “Okay then! I will!” She opened the door and got out – telling me that she’d never felt so nervous, since her wedding-night! I watched as she walked to the front of the car, and then leant back against it so’s she could lift up the front of her skirt and expose her suspender-framed cunt, suspenders, and stocking-tops to the two drivers sat opposite. The result was immediate! They both got out and started to walk towards us. I tried to. Even her subsequent lovemaking with Keri alone had become more intense, as if something new and vital had been awakened in both of them. She was somewhat less sanguine however about the relationship she perceived developing between Keri and the slave. It wasn’t that she wasn’t sure of Keri’s love. She was, now more than ever. But she could see the growing affection and comfort level between Keri and he, the former so obviously reciprocated, and she just didn’t feel that it was healthy. So she. I had to go to work to get some rest."Cindy smiled. "Anybody say anything about me there Friday?" EVERYBODY asked about you," I said. "You are a memorable thing on a construction site." Do you have homework?" I asked."The normal stuff. Mr. Hardesty waved at me in the hall today, too. That's pretty cool, you playing music with him and Mizz Ann." Ya'll played music?" Helen questioned."Yeah, his wife plays fiddle, he plays banjo, and I can do a little on a bass guitar and we did some bluegrass.