“Where’s Meredith?” I asked. “Oh, probably making the beds. She is pretty anal about domestic chores.” Now I was worried. Would she notice t...e seed I left in the sheets last night? If she did, would she say anything? A minute later Meredith came skipping down the dock, dumped her stuff into the boat, and got in. She didn’t say a word, but I could have sworn that once again a look passed between the two. My buddy had a pretty nice boat, cabin style with a Bimini top over the stand-up controls. "So tiny. Like some kind of slim cookie. Or an appetizer. Finger food.Whatever. But it will never be enough for me. Or any woman." Her breathylaugh was almost silent. "Too bad for you, Will."Alana's grip relaxed and she crossed the line between waking and sleeping.All I could do was lie there, maddeningly frustrated. I reached out andbrushed the tips of my fingers over the smooth skin of her arm. Somehow Ididn't feel worthy of sneaking a touch of any other part of my wife. Anhour. I’d given Jordan more information than that. As far as I could figure, none of the Committee knew anything about me or that I was with Angel now or that I was James Whitcomb.I’d book a flight home and send the original thumb drive to Brenda’s address. My name would be wiped off their list of naughty and nice. They’d never know I’d sent all the data to Jordan.After Angel greeted me, she had coffee ready in a flash. She had this great machine you punch a button on, it grinds the coffee, and brews. My soul was crying for it and the anticipation was unbearable, then at last I felt a gentle caress where it was so longed for. At first just a hand holding me with just the feeling of warmth and being held. I could not hold still, my body had a mind of it's own and I started pushing against my lover's hand. Then the caressing started so subtly , just exploring, wanting to learn every detail of my pussy which was opening like a flower on a spring morning, and wet like the morning dew. I was.