I dared to have a firm feel of her curves, slipping down to her bottom. She responded in kind, sliding her hands beneath my shirt unto my back, almost...scratching me as she sought to make her mark on them to let me know how intense I am making her feel, to dare me to go on.I stopped exploring her butt cheeks for a moment, only to roll her top up and unclip her bra on the way, toppling it nearby after the fact. Even the faintest mark of light on her naked skin, the exposed fine curves of her. ”“I don’t believe you,” General Duparde said.One of the Colonels spoke up, “They’re dead. I saw the bodies.”General Duparde looked over at the Colonel who had spoken up. He had always figured the guy would become the next President. He had that same hungry eye that the former president had back when he was a colonel. Not challenging Broussard for the position had gotten him promoted to General. That had been fine with him. Generals tended to live long enough to retire. Presidents tended to. Hers didn't look like they could ever sag. Her nipples seemed to be more prominent than they had been when I looked down her bra in the bathroom.Almost involuntarily, my hands shot to her breasts and I fondled for just a second. s*s's eyes closed and a small little moan escaped from her but she quickly recovered and said, "That's not part of our deal. If you do that again, I'll put my clothes on, all of them, and keep them on." I immediately jerked my hands back and let them drop to my sides. I. ” Everyone laughed.Sandy said, “If we’re going there, I want to change clothes. I will not go in this outfit.”John said, “I like it. You’re hot. I bet Dad thinks so, too.”She said, “That’s fine. The two of you can just think. I’m going to change. Give me ten minutes.”I smiled and nodded. “We’ll come over and pick you up.”“Your car?” I nodded. “Top down?” I nodded again. She looked at Becky. “Wear more.” She warned her.I went up and changed shirts. Becky changed her clothes to a nice skirt and.