As it was, the cotton liner blocked too much of her touch to complete the deal. To her dismay, ever so slowly, the moment drifted away. She tried desp...rately to hold on, staring at her eyes in the camera, trying to will herself to an orgasm. Tugging on the leg seam, she tried to push the fabric out of the way. It was not cooperating, and she realized she would have to spread her legs wantonly to get proper access. Although the thought caused a hot flush to run through her, she knew it was too. By then we were living in Hereford, in our remodeled home, and I was helicopter commuting as needed, like in the old days. At the time of our appointment, Paige announced him and ushered him into my office, where he came to attention and saluted. I returned the salute, but smiled and said, “Welcome, Colonel, but I’ve been a civilian for a long time now, and I don’t stand on ceremony. Please, be seated.” I directed him to an armchair near a coffee table in a conversation area.“Thank you, sir.”. She asked that I go back and load a lot more pictures of her body so she can see more comments, I said yes but I also told her I needed a picture of her on her knees spreading her ass out before me and I had to be the one to take it. If I was going to be writing about worshipping her ass I needed to be able to show it up close and personal. She agreed and we planned on our meeting where we could both get away for a few hours. We had the opportunity to use a friend of hers apartment as she was. Her eyes finally met mine as I moved closer and undid the zipper on her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I saw why I could smell her scent, she wasn't wearing panties. Just a garter belt and stockings, all black and lacy. She went to kick off her shoes, but I shook my head."Keep them on" I asked and she smiled. I moved around in front of her, her hand still running up and down my cock. I reached both arms behind her saying, "I've always wanted to do this" my hands finding her long braid. I.