I think I owe our past President Bill Clinton, and his "Never did anything with that woman" friend of his, Monica Lewinsky, a big thank you. Hearing h...w they had discovered her soiled dress hanging in her closet, with his cum stains on it, sent shivers of unexpected delight coursing through me when I heard the news. I had sat in my bedroom later on that evening thinking about it, the thought of somehow doing that myself, and getting away with it more arousing than I had ever realized it could. “you are really failing at getting me to relax now Megan”.I laughed out loud at his comment and said my apologies before returning my attention to his stiff shoulders. Brian whimpered and moaned as I worked, our flirtatious conversation halting for the time being while I rubbed him down from head to lower back being the consummate professional. I moved down turning my focus to his thighs, carefully adjusting the towel a little higher so I could get clear access. My eyes caught Brian folding his. “You lying little slut, you want it alright,” he said, coating his fingers with my essence. “You can deny it all you want but your body tells me otherwise.” He forced his knee between mine, creating a space for himself and plunged two fingers deep inside my entrance, working them in and out. I pulled against his grip on my fingers but his large hand was unrelenting in its purchase, gently but firmly keeping mine curled over the lip of the desk while he sinuously slid a third finger into my. Sleep came sometime later, with us curled up in each other’s arms.By Thanksgiving, Jo had finished her airshow schedule for the season. We had purchased an RV-14A aircraft, painted to match her Extra, so I could fly with Jo to the airshows. As fall gave way to winter, the weather allowed fewer flying days, and we turned our attention to a new home.“Look at this,” Jo said one morning as she clicked through a local real estate website. “There’s a private strip for sale about thirty miles from.