I got hold of the elasticated waist of Matt’s swim-shorts, and dragged them down, releasing his erection. I looked at Sally, lying there on the towe..., her bikini top pulled down off her breasts, her legs thrown wide apart, while Matt kissed her at the same time as finger-fucking her. He kicked his shorts right off, then positioned his cock at Sally’s entrance. Her labia were puffy with arousal, and he teased her by running his cock up and down her slit, getting the tip wet with her juices but. As I open the door your long coat covers you. I kiss you as you enter, and tell you to be seated on the low couch in the middle of the room. I sit across from you, and watch as you carefully unbutton the coat, and shrug it off your shoulders. You're talking, in that slightly forced jocular manner I know hides a powerful sexual tension. You pretend to be blithe as you throw the coat over the end of the couch, but you're excited. Your braless nipples press out against the fabric of your top, and. It is from the Chief of Staff". I tried to maintain my composure as I took the phone from Deb's hand and answered with, "Greetings Chief of Staff, I have been looking forward to hearing from you".He started off with, "Colonel, you are a popular commodity here in DC so it took some time to arrange a schedule for the visit with those that wanted to accompany me. These include the Assistant Secretary of State for Mideast affairs, the head of the Mideast office of the CIA and some of my technical. It'd come to him in the middle of the night, a bitterly cold night out under the stars while on holiday: he didn't have to get Lisa alone at school.Lisa's mum answered the door. "Hello, is Lisa home?" Hi, Chris. Long time no see!" she smiled at him. "Come and sit in the lounge, and I'll go and get her."He waited nervously in the lounge. He didn't know whether he was pleased or not that Lisa was home. Oh well, might as well get it over with."Hello, Chris." Lisa walked into the room.Chris stood..