“Oh fuck, yes!” She exhales, perhaps subconsciously picking up on my telepathy, the unmistakable scent of female excitement wafting beneath the de...k to tease my sense of smell.Tilting back as far as my neck will allow, my eyes find her stocking clad calves, quivering lightly as the sensations from her circled clitoris spreading through your entire body. Then, as my field of vision widens, it is up to her tremulous knees, held together by the lowered black thong. And then those milky white. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom were we had left our coats, there were two beds, one with all the coats piled on and an empty one. I laid her down and stood for a moment admiring how beautiful she looked in her short black cocktail dress. The dress was so short as she lay there, that I could see her stocking tops. I found her coat and covered her legs up then went back and joined the party. I explained to our hosts what had happened and they said it was OK that these things. I have two more units on the way.”“Oh God, call them off. There’s no problem except for some explaining on my part. I never thought about Bet showing up over here.” Cindy was standing up naked talking to Mary Jane. Amy had pulled the sheet over her naked body.“Okay, but what is happening here? Bet was worried and I think she had a right to be. The kitchen is a mess and both you girls were passed out in the bed looking like you had been drugged or something.”“Well the only drug if you can call. The fire season just ended, and I’m living out of a hotel until I find work,” I replied, maybe with a little too much information.“Oh, that won’t do at all. Why don’t you take a ride with me? I’ll get you a home-cooked meal,” she said in a warm, motherly tone.I was wary of her at first; the natives and the government have a long history, and it’s filled with animosity. I wasn’t the type of person to stereotype, even if many did. I was more interested in talking to a woman; in my line of work,.