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But there was something shy, something inward about him. Oh god, there was moisture between her legs, she could feel it! Well. Where was he? If he touched her there, she thought, she would explode. And even when he took his hand away, she continued, finding her own rhythm, knowing that this was what he wanted. Her foot was cradled in his left hand and his right hand continued to caress the back of her calf, so she knew he was facing her instep. She glanced quickly around, then, steeling herself, leaned over and looked under the table, bracing herself for the sight of his face, the knowing look in his blue, blue eyes. Was he done? She closed her eyes. By the time he had reached her knee she was in a trance, almost, and hardly noticed when she felt her sock being slowly lowered to her ankle and removed—that felt nice, too, the fabric sliding along her leg, the cool air on her foot.