All he said was, sorry. I asked him, Trying to get some work done? He told me, yes, he thought he had a couple hours to finish this on the plane. Now ...f you know me, I'm all about being sexual every chance I get. I tell him, don't worry about bumping me. Please finish. If your elbow ends up over here, I don't care. He says, I would like to do a little more work. I'll try not to accost you. He starts typing again, his elbow in, than way out, trying not to touch me. I had enough of this and bump. Wilma doesn’t seem like she’s in pain but when I pull her legs up and press them against her chest exposing her pussy her eyes are wide in either anticipation or fear, I’m not sure which. Gently I use my fingers and I start to rub her clit in slow circles getting a moan for my touch. She’s a little wet and I’m spreading the wetness around her clit before switching to my thumb to rub the little bump. With my thumb over her clit I take my middle finger on the same hand and press inside her pussy.. She’s a smart girl, but pretty naive.” Sarah admitted.“Maybe you should tell Nick about her tonight ... like now.” Pilar suggested.“That’s a good idea.” Sarah put her glass down on the counter and hugged Pilar fiercely. She didn’t mean to kiss her cousin, nor was she sure who decided tongues should be involved, but it was over quickly - just enough for a declaration of intent.She found Nick in the fourth-floor game room and told him about Pru. An hour later, he had a team working on finding her. . the same need to know in her eyes. I wondered if she was sitting in her own cramped apartment right now, toweling off from her own shower.The fridge was in desperate need of cleaning, but it at least held several cold beers. I cracked one open, and dialed for pizza. While I waited, I sat at my dining room table, which had become a home for stacks of printouts, and sifted through data. I stopped briefly to turn on the stereo, and put on some classical music. I found I thought more clearly.