.still!When my hands found the hem of her panties,i pushed them down slowly to her ankles."Step out of them...Rachael"i ordered her and she did exactl... that.Rachael's pink cotton panties had a small wet patch on her crotch area speaking volumes about her excitement.I brought the soft cotton panties close to my face and inhaled deeply.It had a beautiful musky aroma to it which gave me an instant hard on.I stood up,shoved the panties in my pocket and said"For the rest of the day,you will be. ’ I tried to sound sarcastic, but he ignored my tone and responded evenly, ‘Within reason.’ I opened and poured the wine. While I sipped, I looked down at my legs. I always feel so white in California, not just in contrast to Jefferson, but to everyone who is tanned as Winston was when I met him. He’s faded now, I thought. And then I thought of the possible interpretations of that and felt sorry for him, trapped in Boston. And then I realized this was the first time I had thought of him that. She had been working herself while I was asleep.Before I could say a thing, Candy pushed my face to the side and slid over my upper chest. In one swift motion, she had my arms pinned down under her legs. She let my head go only to grab it forcefully in both her hands. She then slid her supreme wetness directly over my lips and pulled my head into her.“Now,” Candy said, using one of her hands to reach behind her to grab my cock. Hard.“Mmmffhh!” I said, struggling. Well, maybe not struggling.. He understood then, taking my hand with his. I shook it, then let go. “Take care. You know I’ll be watching. I wish that ... well, eventually I’ll be able to meet you, without this uniform on.”With that, I took off. Once I was about half a mile up, I kicked it in, so I could get up to 10 miles up. It was less than a thousand miles to London, so I was landing on the street in front of Number 10 Downing within a minute of leaving Rome.I walked up to the door. “Hi. Is Maggie in, or is it just.