Then she knelt beside me and I felt her hands begin to explore my neck, my head and my back, high and low. Her sturdy, supple fingers caressed my fles... and over the next few minutes, my muscles eased into submission.“It’s so nice to finally be able to touch you,” she whispered, and spread kisses on the nape of my neck.I groaned in agreement. Her lovely hands worked their magic to my lower back and underneath the fabric of my jeans.I soon sat up and said, “It’s time for your top to come off! I. Most of the work would be done by POV, with the people comfortably ensconced in Camp Rucker.Brock planned to zig-zag across Florida and Alabama, hitting the major towns along the way until he came to Pensacola, Florida. There had been a major naval base and training station there before the collapse, so he expected that he would find significant opposition centered there.The POV scouting done by him and his assistants showed that there were very few people located south and west of Dothan. The. I was in my office with the door shut. Most people had left for the day so I decided it was worth the risk as the chances of anyone walking in on me were remote. I undid my belt and trousers and dropped them to the floor. My cock was hard and enclosed in a pair of sheer to the waist tan pantyhose. I had been walking about all day like this with the nylon rubbing against my cock and now it was time for release. I began to stroke my cock through the nylon, thinking about my boss Jo (short for. Slowly her hand kept moving up and up on my thigh. She told me she was 55 and had decided to take a break from her family and decided to come for an holiday to Zanzibar as she was doing some research on UN heritage sites and stone town being one she could fund her holiday from the university. I soon started getting a hard on with her hand frequently on my thighs. She could not miss the bulge in my jeans. Then suddenly she got up. I wanted to fuck this woman real bad. I did not want her to.