I held my breath in anticipation as his hands made their way up under my skirt, lightly kneading my thighs before he traced a finger along my slit, an... felt the dampness through the lace. He slowly slipped my panty down, and after I stepped out of them, he brought them to his face, and inhaled deeply of my scent. When he pushed my skirt up over my hips, I spread my legs as he leaned in and tenderly kissed my pussy. I rested my ass back against the edge of the counter and his finger lightly. He said that this man pointing at me had proven himself to be worthy of membership and has a backer. Just then my father stepped into the room and said this is my son Jackson Teller and I nominate him for membership. There was a hush in the room as he spoke and when he was done Carson said that he seconded the motion and added that due to my actions with regard to the assassination attempt, that full membership with no other restriction should be granted. He raised his voice and said all. "I'll tell you what," David announced, "if you want to cuddle afterwards, that's fine. Just give us about a half hour. Better yet, we'll call you when we're done. That way we can get dressed afterwards." Oh, man. That takes away half the fun of after-sex cuddling," Julie replied."The phrase you're looking for is 'post coital'," Linda informed then, before realizing just how ridiculous teaching children the proper term was in this context. Not to mention she'd just told everyone she was spending. I was not at the club working. And when you awoke from the nap I still was not online. And today I am not online either.You drop your head, not knowing what do do. You look at your hands. Normally they lay on your thighs when you are not typing but somehow they have sneaked between your thighs towards your sex. With your legs spread as far as possible on the chair you can see your lips. Wet from your juices. You can almost see it run out of your sex onto the towel on the chair. The towel shows.