He couldn't help but reach out, moving to unbutton more of her top, to allow them to spill out, but Diane stopped him, swatting his hand away."Hands o...f, intern. My tits are for my husband, only." She sounded terse, and while Peter was definitely disappointed, he couldn't help but feel even more aroused, now that, thanks to that bit of improvisational chastising from Diane, he wasn't just fucking a senator, he was fucking a married senator."Did you just check your watch?" Peter glanced at the. Dressed with all the clothes, I was beginning to lose any shape I had. That in and of itself might not have been a completely bad thing.I struggled into a sweat shirt and then a slightly thermal lined nylon parka with hood. I also wore a ski hood and scarf. Finally the bike helmet went on top of the parka hood. In the well insulated outfit I was forced to waddle to the bike. It had been stored inside, so even though it was below forty degrees, the bike's motor started right up. I was pleasantly. We pulled out of the parking lot and began to aimlessly drive around. We were talking and having a good conversation, but I was freaking out inside, trying to figure out what to do. Should I suggest just going back to the hotel and making it obvious that I expected to just have sex? Should I let her make the first move? As it turned out, we ended up going to Chicago and having a pretty good time. She had never been to the Sears Tower and it was actually quite an enjoyable drive, our. " Todd? No way. Ew. He's my brother." She stepped back. I had no idea if anyone was at home. I hope not because Sarah pulled her t shirt right over her head. And there they were. Still bouncing from the shirt pulling them up. Two scoops, not big, not small. Perfect. Tan lines all around. Damn. "Bet you're getting a hard on." I tried not to, but failed. She ran up quickly to the fence and looked over. "See, I knew it. You like me. Want me to take my pants off too?" Noooo." My brain said HELL.