I move my hand across her ass down to the edge of the skirt and then up again under the edge. Here I find nothing but naked skin and not a single trac... of panties."But Vivienne, you're not wearing panties either," I say. "Your are so lovely both of you."I move my arm back up on Vivienne's back until I can manage to feel my way inside under the top so I can brush the outermost of her soft tit. With my other hand I squeeze Sarah's breast through the dress.Sarah drops her head on my shoulder and. The timbre of his voice had dropped an octave and he was oh, so close to her now. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. This man infuriated her at every turn and had since his first day at the Post Office two months ago. He was the bane of her existence, infuriating and intractable. He was impossible to work with, withheld information until he deemed it relevant, and was constantly criticizing her wardrobe, her hairstyle, and her ability as an FBI agent. So, why was she standing here, fighting to. Don't stop. I fucking love it!" She must have been as horny as I was, because she was writhing on the bed, moaning, shoving her hips against my face, her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train. Her fingers dug into my skull as she wiped her weeping cunt against my face. "Mmmm! Ohhhh! Fuuuuuccckkk! Cummmmmiinnnggg! DADDEEE!"She practically threw me off her, straddling my hips and lowering herself down on my erection. The velvet feel of her still clutching cunt on my cock was like. Your father's taking me out to dinner tonight, and then dancing afterwards. He's also booking us a room at a nice hotel for afterwards so we don't have to drive home late tonight." In the middle of the week? Or rather should I say, on a Monday?" I know," she grinned again. "Kind of fun thinking about it, good way to start off the workweek," she said with the biggest smile on her face that I'd seen in a long time. "Anyway ... I have Bella to thank for the clothing. She caught me in the hallway.