I told her I would love to give that to her and under no circumstance would it go further unless further down the road she wanted it too. I got up and...walked over to her and bent down and hugged her and said I couldn't wait. I didn't really plan on this but I honestly thought that trying to feel her breast was the wrong move, instead as I was about to get up I knelt down and I looked her in the eye and said trust me for a minute, I spread her legs in the chair and reached up to feel her soak. Your fingers pinch the narrow strip of elastic fabric that makes up the waistband of your delicate panties... you slowly... so slowly; don't want to disturb Sam... begin to roll the waistband down... over the perfect, smooth skin that covers your hip bones... feeling as the back band of the panties starts to slide down over the cheeks of the perfect bubble butt that you've worked so hard to keep firm... you wait for just the right moment... ... now, as Sam pauses just for an instant between. His mocha colored hands lightly caressed my breasts, giving me a jolt of electricity through my entire body. Not just from his caress but from seeing the color contrast his skin made against my own milky white. He moved his mouth down to my nipples sucking first the left nipple and then the right nipple into his mouth making my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. I moaned as he continued kissing down my ribs pulling my dress down as he went, down my hips, his kisses sent electricity. ’ The shorts that said the same thing about her legs and her bottom. But then she couldn’t get where she needed to go. She still had some big gaps in her information. There were a few key people she needed to talk to, in order to fill in those blanks, and none of the fuckers would take her calls, let alone meet with her in person. Not until as a last resort she tried using Lara Croft’s name instead of her own … as well as her accent, or at least Margie’s weak and wobbly version of it. But bad.