Of course, him telling me that story while he was slowly licking me might have had something to do with that. Needless to say, we were having a great ...ime together. It wasn’t just sex in the night. We started meeting for lunch. No, not afternoon delight, I mean really lunch, as on a lunch date.I learned later that we were violating the unwritten rules of the club since it was our only connection, but at the time, I simply thought it was the next level of our relationship. I mean we met,. My build up of dirty laundry left me with a pathetic choice of options. the only pants i had were way too tight. I got there early and sat in a booth to try to hide it, but naturally i stood up and hugged her when she arrived. in the next row of tables behind her i also had a great view of another women on a date about eight feet away. she was very tan with huge brown eyes like a model. Her dress barely covered her ass. I was at the perfect angle to see her panties but she had her knees closed.. Educated at Oxford in EuropeanLanguages. Is this so?" Yes sir," confirmed the officer."Old Windy still there, is he?" Professor Windsor is the Chair of Languages, sir." Tedious old bugger, as I recall. Still," he paused totake a deep breath. "You come highly recommended.First class degree. French. German. Italian, allfluently. Makes your subsequent training in the RAF abit of a change of scene then."Montague said nothing."Good job we did train you up, though. Explosives,firearms, sabotage,. You'll be wearingyour ski pants. They're just long johns." But what about in the chalet?" Well I never expected you to wear them on their own, wear some sweatpantsover them if you think you'll need to take your ski pants off." Right." Go make sure your sister is packing."On his way back to his room Chris knocked on his older sister's door."Yeah what?" His sister Kathryn opened the door and saw her brother. "Whyare you wearing leggings?" They're not leggings, they're long johns for the trip..