As a young female, conventional wisdom would assume I would disappear, and make haste to the other side of the door, and pretend I never saw anything.... confess to being a watcher, or voyeur, I am turned-on with sex, in all its forms, and I was not going to miss having a good eyeful, of what was currently on show.I stepped forward and closed the door behind me, turning the latch to lock it, smiled and said, 'Dont mind me guys, I need to pee, just pretend I am not here', and as if obeying my. I imagine it as I am wearing that black stretchy dress and black heels with stockings and a black thong panty and lacey bra ... we flirt at dinner and then head back to the hotel where you lead me to the window sill and we look out on Seattle at night and it's gorgeous. You wrap your arms around my waist, kiss my ears, and nibble the back of my neck, sniffing my hair and perfume ... moaning into my skin so I feel the vibration of your moan against me ... you press your body against me so I feel. "Tell Col. Frunt these were pretty good, but I recommend he read Churchill. Specifically the part about kissing wives and disappearing. Insurgency tactics can at times be more dangerous than outright war." Yes Sir." he saluted, turned and left.Punching the flashing button, I picked up the phone. "Yes, Mr. President?" This is your Commander in Chief speaking." Yes, Mr. President." By the authority of Almighty God and all Right Thinking Voters of the United States, I'm authorizing a nuclear. Once again she pulled off, coughing again far louder this time, but she looked up at him and the ecstasy on his face with a smile “Harry I...” she blushed and looked away “I want you in me.”Harry felt his face heat at the thought “I... want to be in you” he told her, pushing her down so that her head rested on the pillows then spread her legs open, her hands twitching by her sides half wanting to cover her up “But first” he told her “I need to return the favour.”He lowered his mouth to her.