While affixed on her breasts with my eyes, my hands found their way under Kim's skirt. Feeling her panties (she wore GREAT panties), I began to tug ge...tly at the waistband, so I could slip them down. Being unsuccessful, I conjured up another plan.Increasingly aroused, I slipped both hands at the front of her panties. Grasping firmly, I decided the panties would fall victim to my lust. I began to force my hands in opposite directions until the waistband tore. Continuing my forceful hand. I hope Chuck doesn't have to work with them often."Judith was working on her third drink by the time supper was called. We found places to sit and enjoyed some great meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans. One of the better parts of the meal was the home made rolls that were on the table to soak up the gravy.After supper, I asked Judith, "How about running over to the house and doing the interview. We'll come back for a nightcap before you go to bed at the hotel."Judith said, "That's. ’ Dan drifted back asleep. The island air was a weight pinning him to the blanket, locking his eyelids a bit longer. The pillow felt so good, Dafna’s naked back against his chest was curving, warm, feminine, fragrant, irresistible. The light in his mind grew dimmer, fainter, just a firefly in the night, blinking and then flying elsewhere. So content . . . Slowly the light flickered again, two fireflies’ worth this time. He followed their looping path, together and then apart, close then in. Johnson." I've told you to call me Erik. I think this will be a major project."I said, "I've got you some good help. Leon Cowling is a friend, a retired Special Forces medic, who went through an RN, BSN with a certificate as a Nursing Home Administrator, and graduated from the Nurse Practitioner Program at Columbia. I thought he could be the administrator. Mrs. Johnson made me promise you'd get all the help you need. Dorothy Smith, who is the Executive Vice-President for Property Management at.