She had makeup on too, and somehow it made her cheekbones stand out. The outfit consisted of a pair of panties and bra that looked like it had been kn...tted by some lonely old Grandmother somewhere. It was purely for looks. The yarn, or whatever it was made of, formed a net, with holes big enough to stick your finger through. The whole effect was like a bikini, but it didn't hide anything at all. The contrast was really amazing. She was in the dark part of the room - I only had my reading light. I was absolutely loving it, and her. And then the fucking door bell rang. Instant anger, annoyance, I was fuming. I hate being interrupted in the middle of such strong cyber.I ignored the first few rings, concentrating on my screen lover, thighs streaming my gooey fuckjuices. My towel was, by now, soaked through and through.The bell ringer was insistent. I had no choice but to go to the door, pissed off; very pissed off. My robe still not fully wrapped around me, I stormed to the front door. "We paid the bill, left a healthy tip and made a hasty exit. My friends at the bar raised their glasses to toast me as I left. I clung to Michael’s arm as we silently trekked across the icy walkway back to our room. I was shivering from the cold as we entered our room. Or perhaps it was the events of the evening that had me shivering. Michael pulled me to him and kissed me. I felt his erection pressing against me. "Kelsey, what would you have done if I had wanted you to thank Don with a special. Strauss's prints were a bit of a mystery. They came back, not as belonging to an Amanda Strauss, but to a Candace Stein from Little Rock, Arizona. She's wanted for fraud, grand theft auto and a number of other pesky little crimes. I guess we can add identity theft as well because the Amanda Gavin that she claimed to be, before you married her, Mayor, is a 91 year old great-grandmother in Witchita Falls, Texas."The mayor, his legs giving out from under him, plopped down on the couch next to his.