“When are you going to share the news with me?” Mike asked starting to get into her little game.“Oh, you want me to tell it to you now?” Cathy...asked.“Yes,” he answered looking over at her with a hang dog expression.Cathy laughed at the expression on his face. Climbing onto Mike so that she straddled him, she said, “The first piece of news is that I got accepted into the history program at the University of North Texas.”Surprised that she was going there instead of Grayson County College, Mike. Taylor held up a finger and stepped out of the car, away from Whitaker.“John, I sit on the intelligence committee. I’ve seen your file. The full one, not the slimmed down one your FBI friends got.”“Yes, Ma’am, it was from then. The person I know was in charge of the Russian team.”“Good. Mr. Solokov is with the FSB now, so he should give you any help you need.”Taylor was stunned by how incredibly well informed the senator was.“Yes, Ma’am, that’s what I was hoping.”“Do you think you will find. She then moved to my legs and started kneading and pressing my calves and thighs – moving right up my legs. “Do you like that?” she murmured. I just mumbled, but it was heavenly – her hands moving under my towel and nearly reaching my pussy. I reached behind me and touched her leg. “I hope you don't mind,” I said. “It's your massage,” she replied, “I just want you to be happy.”“Shall I just remove this towel?” she said. “Please,” I replied. She continued massaging my thighs, kneading my. My lacy underwear was to delicate to risk but I hesitated to strip bare. I’d known I’d need to ditch it as well when I opted to forgo a swimsuit. Brian helped without knowing, I caught site of his floored expression out of the corner of my eye and it spurred me to get a move on. I dropped my bra and tossed my panties back in his stunned face. I giggled all the way into the water. I dove in shallowly but made sure to fully submerge myself knowing it was better to get the shock of cold water over.