"Take off your clothes." He stated, his tone flat. "What, no foreplay?" She retorted, laughing girlishly at her own joke. When he didn't ack...owledge that either, she looked at the door, clearly considering leaving. "I'm not much for conversation, but that isn't why you came here, is it?" He offered just in time, causing her to hesitate. "No," She glanced him an arrogant smile. "It isn't."He didn't fail to notice her eye his crotch unconsciously as she unzipped one long white. It was sinfully good with tart apples offset by proper amounts of diet-busting sugar and plenty of cinnamon. Sleep was comfortable since the weather had held. I knew I couldn’t be lucky for long and prayed for nature to cooperate until the power was up. I already had a new furnace in the basement, waiting patiently for energy and duct work. I spent the next day cutting holes in the first floor and installing the necessary duct work. I would have to put another unit in the attic for the second. He stood, with coffee in his hand, and watched as it approached. Sgt. Langford went out to guide it in.The Sgt. positioned himself so that he was facing into the wind, and left a large enough area for the chopper to land. He held his arms straight up in the air. This was a signal to the pilot, which basically meant, "Guide On Me."Shortly, the helicopter was down, and two men got out. The pilot and copilot were doing shut down procedures. Greg waited as a captain and a civilian came up to him.. I then knelt down on the floor beside her couch, and put my face closer to her pussy. I was maybe 6 inches from her panties and I could smell her so strongly. I am sure the heat, and her sweat had made her scent extra strong that night. I continued to slowly stroke, wanting to hold of cumming to see how far I could take this. I slowly moved my finger to her crotch, and ever so gently touched her pussy lips through the fabric. My cocking was dripping on the floor at this point and I wasn't even.