” “Who took them?” “That isn’t…” “Come on, you can tell me. I know you can’t tell dad.” “His name was Eric.” “He was your bo...friend?” “He was… never mind, let’s not talk about this, okay?” I sat there in silence for a long while, kicking water with my tired feet, Mom just vacantly staring up through the canopy of leaves. “He was my teacher,” came her voice finally, a distant echoed tone. “He taught English, but he ran the photography club too.” I looked over at her, another shocker of shockers. Then I reached down with my left hand and touched my pussy, my right hand still on my boobs, squeezing my nipples, making them ache. I rubbed my pussy harder, my middle finger sliding from my clit to my wet, aching passage. I moved it up and down, but never entering; just a constant motion. I closed my eyes and moaned again, hanging my head back... His voice brought me back and then my eyes locked with his. I inserted another finger and then three; slowly pumping; my other hand touching my. Thinking that maybe she was making it too easy for this worm of an agent, she decided that he would have to ask her for her last garment.And he did…The agent had to swallow before he spoke, his mouth having gone dry from excitement. In an annoyed, stern voice he croaked "Take off your underpants, now!".A bit pleased with herself for still being able to make the man slightly nervous, Annemie slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her bare hips. Her. Thank you." Crispa looked a little flustered at his gregariousness. "I'm glad to see you here, Regulus." Reg, please." Regulus pronounced the nickname with a hard "j" sound at the end. He looked around. "I seem to have misplaced my date. I should probably find her and introduce her."When he'd gone, Crispa gave Corvus a confused look. "I really can't believe he doesn't remember me. We weren't close, but I like to think I'm at least somewhat memorable." He probably can't see you very well from.