Leaning back, I relax, the crotch of my shorts squeezing against me as I sink into my seat. A few seconds later I feel a quiet answer. XXX But neither do I want to make it obvious that I have deliberately allowed my legs to touch her. The urgent swelling in my shorts demands attention but I disregard it, withdrawing into my mind to ponder over what just fucking happened. Confident with our existing path I subdue the invasive force, savouring the tease. I am forced to allow a heavier touch, to rest the mass of my whole hand on her now but I make no sudden movements in an attempt to evade her perception with sheer gentle patience. Over this I can still make out the presence of others.




















