Short skirt and more buttons on your blouse undone. I want your bra visible. Oh... and enjoy ” ~~~ But Julia was already on her bike peddling furi...usly. All the more eager to reach her boyfriend’s office and all that it meant to her at that moment, being able to cum. Reaching the office she finally looked at her phone after locking up her bike. With a little apprehension she hiked up her skirt again, each inch increasing her doubts. By the time she had undone the top three buttons she was. So it was friday night when Brian turned up, in 12 seater minibus, at Rosita's home. Brian was not alone his gang was with him. Brian went to Rosita's door and rang the bell.When the door opened Rosita was wearing a silk dressing gown and by the look of it nothing else. Brian could see that her nipples were hard. Her clevage was on show and the dressing gown was cut at the front so that most of he inner thighs were on show. Her pussy was covered but clearly when Brian were inside it would be on. We have two threads to pull on. Him and the mysterious bomber. Since we know him, I think we should start there. The guy that stole the bomb equipment will fall if we can flip the rest.’ ‘But, Hawk, he’s at work,’ I protested. ‘We’ll never get to him right now and what about the disk?’ ‘I didn’t see a computer around here, so we’ll have to look at it when we can find one we can use. Is your boss married?’ Hawk asked. I shook my head. ‘He was, but his wife passed away a few years back. No kids.. I handed her one of the bottles of tequila and slid the other under the front seat. Taking my hands she moved it to between her legs,gently putting in under her skirt and guiding it to her pantiless pussy. "Let's get a room for the night," she said, "there are many little cabins you can rent by the day all along the river." There was no saying no to her, as we drove off in search of a place to fuck. Keeping my hand between her legs, she initiated contact with aher vibrant clit. "Si, Si," she.