Kristi, having noticed me touching my aching cock, laughingly asked if I would like some ice for it. “No I got something better!” Sarah offered up...as she lifted me up where I was propped up by my arms. She crawled from behind me, making a sort of a big circle so I could see her ass as she crawled in the colored lights. She was in front of me, on all fours, making unblinking eye contact with me as she dipped her head and chest to the floor and on to me, ass sticking high in the air. She took the. " I don't, but I'd bet that Nate Stone does. As President of the Nation he has lots of political connections. I'll pass this to him right away. Thank you, Huntress. And thank Ms Lenti for me, if you talk to her before I do."The phone connection went dead.I smiled at the avatar on the dashboard. "I don't know ... do you think I'll talk to Ms Lenti soon?"We coasted in to the Surfer's Campground, just east of San Diego proper, just after sundown. I could have said 'sunset' but 'sundown' sounds. He would be sitting facing thedoor and she would then move behind and rub her fingers gently across hisback. This brought giggles and whispers from the typing pool who put aromantic interpretation on this gesture but Simon knew that all Sarah wasdoing was feeling for his bra and camisole straps. She would thendiscreetly pull up his trouser leg to confirm that he was still wearinghis pantyhose.Two or three times a day, Sarah would make these routine checks but twoor three times a week she went. Her blue eyes were wide open and her lips were slightly parted. She was topless - apparently she had been sunbathing or the force of hitting the water had torn her top off. Her huge tits, made bouyant by the water, were large white globes against her tan body. Her position, with her arched back, made it appear that she was offering herself. As beautiful as her body was, Bob's attention was drawn to the hair. It surrounded her head in long, light yellow tendrils that constantly moved and.