Her hand moved south over his belly slowly until she felt pubic hair. Again he followed her lead. His fingers slid over her hidden lips. "Press higher..." she moaned. He rubbed her clit. Her legs widened. He dared to slide fingers under the panties and feel the slick wetness. "Oh," she responded, seeming to give permission.While he sank fingers in, she grasped his cock and tugged. "Tell me what feels good," she requested. His hand covered hers and guided it to the glans and gave her the pressure. “This is where I say goodbye to you,” he told her. “A man called Mr. Z will takeover when we land.” He stuck his hand out. “It’s been a pleasure.”“Thank you,” she gave him her professional shake. “It’s been a pleasure too.” Kennelly was surprised at the firmness of her grip. He knew men who couldn’t grip his hand as much as this beauty did.Horace had not heard from Nicole since her arrest. He wondered if she were going to prison. Or if she had forgotten all about him. He was packed and awaiting. That was the word: “poised”. Her mother, Joanne, was many things, but if you had to come up with one word to sum up everything she was, to define her, that was the word. Joanne had poise. Sonya asked me if my coffee was okay, and went on with what she was doing, and as I watched her moving around, once again, it occurred to me how grown up she was becoming. Sonya, I thought to myself. It always seemed such a grown-up name for a little girl. It was a name that seemed like it should have. He had refused to talk to Maddy directly after that, choosing to let the lawyers handle the negotiations. She had wanted to believe that Carl had finally come to find their somewhat free-love lifestyle elements abhorrent enough to call it off, but he had never let on to her that this was not his REAL reason for letting her go.The actual reason was simply too disgusting in his mind to let pass; and, since he had refused to talk to her after filing for the divorce, they had never discussed that.