There was nothing to protest anyway. Her publicist had found a historic preservation society that wanted to restore a few old landmarks; birthplace of...a poet, some other stuff. Nothing controversial: a novelty giant check and a couple of handshake photos and they could get on with the party. At least it wasn’t one of those charities that insisted on bringing depressing slideshows.Helena looked over everything she had learned and realized it was still nothing. She now knew part of HOW they were. Afterwards, having quickly dropped off a bulk order to a large touristshop in central Dublin who now had sole agency rights and thanks solelyto Siobhan had just given me a nice fat cheque showing a very healthyprofit, I realised I still had plenty of time to visit my old firm for acoffee to refresh memories of earlier and much happier times when I'dfirst met Siobhan.After chatting to several old colleagues and a couple of heartwarmingminutes with a still very sympathetic Maureen who'd wanted to. ..”The supply room was well lit, though no one but the two of them were currently inside, and the narrow passageway to it was empty, so Lauren dared to put her hand on Georges’s crotch and rub against where his penis was resting beneath his pants.“Mmm,” he purred, “thought we had other things to do...”“Not risking doing much,” she countered, “but maybe a hand job might get you by...”He grinned, “Oh, I suppose I could put up with that.”She laughed and smacked his groin. Georges yelped. I then helped her out of her remaining clothes, and we stood to face each other, just the way we were born.And now it was my turn to give her pleasure. Flipping her around, I started kissing from the neck downwards, moving along her spine, even as my fingers caressed her breasts, floating over the nipples, gently pinching and tweaking them. I traced circles around them, and moving lower, repeated the move around the navel. Then I turned her to face me again, as I kissed the inner sides of her.