The bottom hem of my blouse was no longer hiding the panties under my hose, but I didn't care. Jacob started massaging both of my calves at the same time and his hands on me were my only thought. He kept this up while I sighed and cooed, encouraging him much more than I should. Then there was a moment where his hands hesitated. I felt like I knew what he wanted to do, to move his hands up to feel my thighs. I wanted the same thing, but had no idea how to say so. He was rubbing the undersides of my knees, keeping his hands there as if...