.. no of course not!" But she knew it was true. She'd always known that dirty little Steve had watched her undressing. And she'd liked it. She'd loved...thinking about him getting an erection watching her, then going home and masturbating over her."Well, I have to say you're still a gorgeous woman. You should get dressed before the others come."She heard a sound behind her and quickly ran up the stairs, and pulled on underwear, a t-shirt and jeans over her body. She was breathless and incapable. I need a black running suit. I can drop you at the airport at the same time." I said."You know I didn't really need to know all that, but now I'm curious. What do you need with a black running suit?" she asked."It's what all the well dressed spies are wearing this year," I said with a smile."Sylvia be careful please," Happy said as she left my SUV with her small case."What is this? Are you are afraid for my safety, or afraid it will turn out to be a Watergate type burglar?" I asked."A little of. I imagined, by the apparent age of her baby, that the birth was about a year ago and she had evidently worked hard to get back into shape. Her vulva was puffy, either remnant from c***d-birth, or her current excitement. Either way, it made a very inviting target. Her pubes were soft and curly and longer than I normally allow, yet were trimmed into a nice triangle patch. Her tummy above had a slight bulge, even laying on her back, yet it added to her sexy shape nicely. Her torso had a nice. “Now listen with attention, Francis, while I instruct you on how to conduct yourself in Hermes’s presence. While I have granted Him the ultimate favour on many occasions, I cannot really advise you on how to make love to Hermes, for it is a very different thing for a mere mortal to consort with a god. The main goal of my instruction is not to make sure that you will please him in bed, but to save you from being killed while you are there. For the immortal Hermes has a most capricious.