I laughed lightly."I like Jake, he seems ... charming." Un-threatening you mean?" Hmm?" Oh nothing. Anyway, Jake got the land and had no love of it, J...ke is not a farmer. He was a city boy and planned to stay that way. But at the same time the Irish in his blood didn't allow him to let lose his land when his parents died. So he changed it. Made it his get away. And funny enough, when he comes here he ends up bringing the city with him." She shook her head with a grin. "Works hard he does. He. ." "Uh, yeah," he went on, "Acme Lingerie is the best in the world, and just to show you what I mean, take a look at this!!!" Cindy sat there a little bit bemused as Zak pulled out a tiny pair of bikini panties as he extolled the virtues of his product!!! After he was finished he asked, "So, what do you think, aren't these just about the best made and most attractive panties you've ever seen in your life, I mean they have quality written all over them!?!" Cindy took the panties from Zak's hand,. I was so pissed off. In the cab on the way to the house I called Tess and vented my frustration. To my surprise and delight, after a couple of hours alone with all my stuff unpacked, Tess came through the front door. With her friend in need, she had come to the rescue. The drinks and laughter returned and soon we were kissing again. This time I didn’t pull away. Instead, I put my wine glass on the coffee table and put my arms around my girlfriend. We kissed harder. Soon we were just in our. It demands attention. You may fight it, but your mind keeps returning to disturbing, very female, images: A well-filled sweater, a short skirt, or long smooth legs. If you fight further your thoughts turn to bouncing breasts, erect nipples, panties, long legs ending at a tight round ass, or a spread ready pussy. It is a hopeless resistance—you unzip your pants and slide them off. I tend to leave my briefs on. I slowly caress my hard shaft and balls through the cotton. I'll thumb through.