Brittany put the rest of her clothes on and stumbled out the door. As she walked, she still, indeed, felt the liner of her panties rub her still somew...at engorged labia. She was sure by the time she got there, the panties would be off or she would take them off when she got to work. Working panty-less was nothing new to her. She did it more times than ought, and actually, though she would never admit it to anyone else but her boyfriend, she loved it. Especially when she wore miniskirts because. Holding Anne, I could smell her hair; faintly coconut from her shampoo, but mostly woman. I breathed in, deeply."You smell wonderful," I whispered.She wriggled in my arms, and her arms tightened around me."So do you..." Food about twenty minutes after I start the Pasta," I said.She giggled, "I should be grateful I get a higher priority than food!"I frowned, as if in thought, "I guess that would depend how hungry I got..."She stifled another giggle, "you're treading a dangerous path, mister!"I. We had flirted online for months, me sharing far more details of my off-line, real life than she shared of hers. I had never even seen her photo, not a real photo at least. She had sharedsome quite erotic photographs showing her finely featured, porcelain body--not delicate, but robust, toned, almost perfect with arms and legs thatany man would want wrapped around him as he lost himself in her. But no face shots. Never even a glimpse. So I had no idea what Lauralooked like beyond the scant. " Bryce tried to lie his wayout.Pamela was hesitant. On one side she didn't like him come into her roomjust like that. But on the other she liked that he would be soprotective of her.I almost gagged, figuratively speaking of course. *You're not believinga word, are you?* I asked Pamela in her head. *He's so full of himself.He thinks that you're his possession and play toy. He doesn't care aboutyou, he only wants to get into your pants.*Pamela didn't know what to think. Rory made sense, but.