“Yes,” I said. I took another long pull of my beer, put it on the ground. I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off, kicked off my shoes and drop...ed my pants and shorts. My cock was pointing almost straight up. “Better than I remember,” Steve said. I lay down next to him. We turned and faced each other. He reached over with his free hand, touched my hip, stroked my ass. Then my cock was in his hand, his grip gentle but firm. He stroked a few times, enough to coax a moan out of me. A drop of. ”“Don’t worry, I’ll delete it,” I reply, reading her body language, realising that I may have gone too far and that she didn’t believe me.Despite this, I started rubbing my cock in front of her, testing her resolve, but unable to resist pushing her a little further.“I’ll delete it if you suck my cock.” I’m fully erect, and for a split second, I thought she would; in fact, I’m sure I saw a smile on her face as she took a step forward. But I will never know. Her phone began to ring on her bedside. I only got invited because I was more than just a little kinky.The plain red cotton panties came from the same store only because it was easier. I put the whole thirty five bucks on the farm's credit card. They knew and expected it. Why not? It was tax payer money after all. Now Swamp thing had a different outlook on its credit cards.I used the smarter than smart phone to call for an automobile reservation. I had waited too late to get the car of my choice, so I had to take a crappy mid-sized. Upstairs, I congratulated Conish on an excellent performance. I told her how proud I was of her and that we were committed to keeping her identity a secret, as well as protecting her. I think she was very happy to have contributed.Wanda went over what she expected of the two girls while she was gone, then taking a deep breath, said to me, "Okay, time for my first business trip and another airplane ride. I hate to admit this, but I am terrified of flying. I usually have several drinks before.