She leaned toward him as well, and when he said he was a traditionalist, she got her hopes up that there would be nothing beneath. However, when she felt the fig leaf, she chuckled.<br/><br/>"Very authentic."<br/><br/>She rested her hand gently on his bulge, not moving...but not pulling back either. When he moved his hand to the hem of her dress and then beneath, she felt her skirts bunch up, and she blushed deeply. If he got up far enough, he'd feel the wet seat of her black lace panties.<br/><br/>"You could ask, but I think it's more fun to learn things for yourself, don't you agree?"<br/><br/>Her voice was soft and husky.