She was glad that the room was dim and her panties were black, or her wetness might have been found out by a room full of strangers. She shut her eyes...tight and willed them to move through quickly. She became aware of another sensation. Her left arm, the arm that was dangling over the far edge of the table, was being touched. Stroked, really. Alex used the tips of his fingers to taunt her with the lightest, slowest sensation, hidden from view by the table. He was tracing the veins from her. Pleased, he smiled softly as her breast and nipple performed perfectly just like its twin.Again, he handed the item to Gronn then reached for the waistband of the thong and quickly stripped it off her, tossing it aside. He once again spread her thighs and began his appraisal of her. Her firm, flat mound was completely hairless, either waxed or lasered since he saw no evidence of stubble, and he placed his fingers on her outer labia, gently spreading her open. She was perfect, her inner lips a. They could stay at the bottom of the bed for all she cared, they weren't going to be needed. Remembering that she now had a bathroom, she thought how sexy she could be, wandering around her bedroom, bathroom and lounge half naked. As long as the curtains were drawn, then she was sure she would be safe, even with the light on. She undid the remaining two buttons of her pyjama tops and switched on her bedside light. In the pale glow, she pulled down her knickers and threw them onto the floor with. Did you bring your jump logs?” he asked.He reviewed everything and seemed to be satisfied. Then he ruined our day.“Neither one of you has enough experience to use a wing suit. There are too many dangers for skydivers of your limited experience for Range Sports to sign off on it. Both our insurance carrier and I would not allow it, even with a waiver.”“What types of things would we have to worry about if we were to wear a wing suit?” Brook asked.“When you first exit the plane you have to be.