There I had reached her bra yet again but I wanted more this night. I touched her bare hot skin from inside of her tight black colored bra. My fingers... went inside and were searching for that special nipple on that extra firm boob. At this very moment, she sighed and turned around so I had to take out my hands out quickly.I stopped to check if she was getting up but she wasn’t. That seemed to be my night…I already had my eyes on her beautiful panties that I peeped onto while exploring her frock.. I had felt that little bit of wetness and wondered if it was her or was it from my wife licking her.I moved back down to her thigh and she bent her knee to allow me to massage her thigh and leg muscles and then returned to her buttocks again. This time when I passed her little slit I had my answer because she was now very wet. The moisture had been her juices. I ran my finger along to separate her little flaps to pick up some of those juices and moved them up to my face.I placed a wet finger on. We went inside and climbed all the way to the top to sit in the back row towards one side in the corner and he sat by the wall. I really didn't think much of why he sat there at first but just figured because he was walking in front. Of course later I find out he had an ulterior motive ;) We just sat there talking and chit chatting while waiting for the movie to start. Once the lights went done and the movie started he reached over and took my hand and started rubbing it with his. After a few. The small loaf of bread that came with it was hot as well, and a dark, rich color.Eating dominated the next few minutes. Days on horseback and dining from trail provisions and campfire cooking made our appreciation for the meal greater than it would have been back home. Our section of the room grew quieter, despite Corporal Winthrom's tendency to slurp his soup rather loudly. The carval is a meaty fish, a bottom-feeding fresh water feast with fins, and the soup was thick with chunks of it. Bits.