My wife drifted off for a minute. Daniel's arm was still round her shoulder with his hand resting on her right breast. It was moving slowly from side to side maybe in time with the car's movement she thought but was definitely rubbing her. His other hand was on her thigh, again just under her dress at her stocking top. Not long to your house, Daniel said. His right hand came off her breast and started stroking her hair. Oh, ok. She moved and tucked her legs up onto the seat, having slipped her shoes off. This meant her dress had ridden up further as she relaxed into Daniel's shoulder. His hand was still stroking her hair and his other now was caressing the bare skin of the back of her thigh. He was stroking with both hands and whispered in her ear your skin is so soft. She leant back more into him and felt his fingers touching her thong. I'm married she breathily said.
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