So I invited each of them to the building nearby that I had just purchased. This second meeting was everyone together. We were in what I envisioned to...be the office of the firm’s senior partner, my office. I pointed at the beautiful spanish oak desk, the sole piece of furniture in the entire building. There were five stacks of cash on the green leather top.“There are fifty one hundred dollar bills in each of those stacks,” I said. “Five thousand unreported dollars apiece for each of you. Your. "She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Ron, I know. But Ron, whatever you're thinking, and whatever I'm thinking, we have to remember," and here she raised her left hand and rested the fingertips against her cheek, "I'm a married woman, and I want to keep it that way." I know, Jan. I'm not married, but I make it a rule to never, ever, interfere with the life of a woman who is. But I do have to say ... if you weren't married, I would have been hounding you for a date the entire. Dead nun, is what I was about to say.“We were told to ask for Sister Agatha,” Lucy says in her sweetest voice.The woman unlocks the gate and lets us in, glaring at Lucy, and only then do I actually notice what Lucy is wearing. She's in a white top that's tied in a knot below her breasts and a short denim skirt that is made to look ripped and torn. She looks great, but as out of place as a battle tank in a daisy field. Or I should say a daisy flower in a field of battle tanks. Knowing Lucy,. She turned back and gave a smile. I rubbed her butts and further moved her panty down. Now we both were completely nude.She was trying to cover her pussy by her hand. I held her hands and moved close to her and hugged her tightly. Now, She was in my arms, both nude , touching each others bare body and rubbing against each other. Her skin was as smooth as feather and since she was a little chubby, her touch and pressing appeared to me as cushion.I lifted her in my arms and made her lie on the.