At 6 o'clock I left and drove home, passing number 10 Easton on the way, to case her home I guess. What would I say when I got there? Would she greet ...e and jump my bones? Would she be nude in the kitchen? Had I assumed too much and she just wanted an ear to listen to her problems? By the time I got home I was only 80-20 on even showing up because of doubts in my mind, but as soon as dusk fell I was in the shower and out putting on fresh underwear, a crisp shirt and jeans with my favorite. This will take a while." Aren't you busy?" Mrs. Baker asked as she took a seat on the other side of the fox."Project Goldfish Bowl next door to your store is wrapping up," Hank replied as he hand-fed a piece of meat to Copper. "You haven't heard of Operation Bandaid, but it was an emergency investigation into the murder of several Capitallian politicians. At first it was four senators, then one in Las Vegas last week. We've found several more--" Do you have to discuss classified information in. His hair was graying more than Mr. Blackwell's, and his face had a few more wrinkles, making Kristina guess that he was at least ten years older than her boss. He was grinning from ear to ear as he lorded over her. He was fidgeting with his hand in his pocket, stroking himself. A surge of self-satisfaction washed over her briefly. She felt a twinge of arousal between her legs just knowing the tantalizing effect she was having on him. Then cold hard reality struck as she was brought down to. I then pulled her panties down forcefully all the way to her ankles and quickly grabbed hold of her hips pushing her back up against the counter. Then with one hand I undid my pants and pushed them down with my boxers just enough for my now rock hard cock to spring out.She was shaking visibly now as I ran one hand down her ass, squeezing each cheek then reaching between her legs, ran my fingers over her pussy. I was surprised at how much pubic hair she had and also noted that her pussy was a.