Jack had just managed to slip a finger past Christa's moist panties and was looking to explore further, when she pulled her skirt back down.  As if that weren't bad enough she started to stroke his cock, sending his libedo up his flag pole in salute, but just as quickly let go.<br/><br/>Something very much like a growl escaped Jack's lips.  He felt like pinching her for stopping, but resisted the urge.  The game was afoot and that meant that her feet, and the other more important parts of her body, would have to wait.<br/><br/>Jack raised an eyebrow as Aiden related his story of breaching his beloved's defenses, while at the boarder.  It reminded him of his own experience of this sort, though it wasn't quite so colorful.<br/><br/>He was still stiff as a board and glad of the banquet table.  With his free hand he tried to adjust his fig leaf.