When I walked into the kitchen my eyes about popped out of my head. I could not believe my step mom was wearing this sexy little baby doll nightie. It...was black with a little white lace trim on it. It was all but see through. Her makeup was still on and she had a sexy little necklace and earrings on, if she would have had on a pair of black heels it would have looked like she walked right out of a Playboy magazine. She looked fantastic, I had never seen her dressed like this or made up like. ”“What happened? The whole thing was ready to sign.”“He told Andy that there was a problem.”“What problem? When?”“Last night. He said another firm had come in with a better offer at the last minute.”“Why didn’t he tell me? I’m the one negotiating.”“Because Andy’s in charge. He said he could make the problem go away if Andy sold five percent of Sandersons to a secret Swiss-based company this morning.”“Andy would never part with any of the business.”“Right. He told me what had happened. I knew. Arriving late for promised appointments was one of those characteristics in others for which he had little tolerance, how much more so when he was the guilty party. He stuffed his pad in his sack and ran down the tunnel and up the shaft.He was torn between his promise to Azzi and the new trove into which he was burrowing. Master Kevit-Nevar had steered him further down to L40 and a small niche that was unusually secured behind two sets of doors. The cache was documents and e-files stored on. " I'm trapped," Patty protested, then started to climb over Bobby's body. Half way over him she suddenly felt his hand between her thighs, momentarily cupping her mound through her damp panties."What're you cooking ma?" Bobby asked as she hovered for second after second on his hand, then he lifted his head and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. "Morning Patty," he cooed in her ear."Let me out," she ordered, then slid her body slowly over his. "Do I have time for a swim mom?" she asked as she.