” and he winked ather. “What?” pause, “I’ll ask her?” Looking directly at her, he asked, “How many panties and bras do youhav...?” Blushing, looking down, “Um, I think six panties.” Back into the phone, “She’ll be needing some panties.” Looking at Marie Clair again, “How many bras do you have?” “I don’t have one. Auntie says I don’t need one.” then brightening sheadded, “But I wish I had one so I could be like the other girls.” Patting her bare knee, he said to. She was watching me and I started to get a little worried that maybe she’d changed her mind. But then she snaked a hand across and rubbed my leg, sliding her hand down onto my lap, grabbing my swelling cock. She pulled it back and ran it along my sidearm, over my equipment exposed on the front of the belt. She purred and said something like she loved a man in uniform. It sounded a little cliché, but who was I to say so. She slid over as close as she could, which with the computer and report box. I stumbled across the "I want you to write me a 10 word story" category. The reponses are supposed to be exactly 10 words. I really like this category and reponded to Gennie's story. We had the usual on-line "courtship". Exchange of messages, comments, emails, texts, photos, and had a few "vitual dates". Gennie has a suspicious husband. He likes to fish, but calls to make sure she's not playing around. Don't see how he thinks he's keeping track of her, she has a cell phone, she could be. In a mock French accent I say “Mademoiselle, would like special sauce for your meat? Each serving is freshly prepared just for you, I am preparing it as we speak.”Sandy smile broadens. “Just jerk off on my hamburger already!” I feel the spasms begin and move closer to the plate – Sandy begins giggling as I point my erection at her open sandwich and ejaculate onto the burger. An unusual but very pleasing orgasm travels through me – I grab the top of the bun and wipe my glans across it as I.