Xavier was certainly enjoying this view of his wife, though there was really no way to interpret the pantyhose than a subtle way to minimize the chances of their having sex as part of the getting reacquainted.  So close, yet so far he thought to himself as he continued to caress and stroke her, keeping in mind the spirit, if not the mechanics of the lesson Robin had offered him the day before.  Perhaps this was Abi's test, him doing things for her without expecting anything in return.  Normally, or at least normal for years ago, the intervening layers would have been removed, sometimes with tragic results for the offending garments.  But wasn't that part of Abi's complaint?<br/><br/>When she sat up, he took the hint, his hands left her legs and hips and he embraced her, pulling her closer to him.  His hands found her breasts through her dress, groping them but not stripping her naked as he might have once upon a time.  It was passionate, he grew hard, almost painfully so but it was clear he would have to be patient,  He simply reciprocated her kisses and caresses as the fire grew in brightness as the sun set.  As it began to burn down he really couldn't take this much longer.  "Maybe we should head back to the house?"  He asked, not pouting like a child but not exactly triumphant either.