And I discovered that cute girl's ass. Which was the silkiest thing I'd ever touched. But. It was *very* constrained. Both by the jeans and by my rath...r big hands trying to move around.So I'm caressing (kind of, more like crushing, but I'm doing what I can with what little space I have) my girl's amazingly silky bottom with one hand, holding her against me with another. And she's undoing my pants. She went for the front. If that doesn't tell you that girls are brighter, I don't know what. That's the hardest part for me, Adam. Until I met you I hadn't trusted a man since my father. Now I know six or seven men I trust with my life. I found I enjoyed today much more than I did anything before I met you. I thought it was a pretty cool concept that required a little more from me as an actress than I usually give. But as much as I like those guys, it wasn't personal. What you and I did after the contests was purely personal. Does that make sense?" It does to me," Rebecca said. "That. ..for a few millennia, until I could get back on my hooves. That's right, hooves. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm Pan. You know, the god of wine, women, and song, though not necessarily in that order. And men, too.For the record, ambrosia lets you age REALLY well. I'd tell you to try it, but we have enough immortals crowded in Olympus right now. Seriously, the place is so packed, we're scrunched in like a Picasso painting. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the. I imagined her going back to her chair and sliding her hand to her pussy, feeling the wet spot and rubbing her clit, thinking about tomorrow afternoon, before the next person went in to see her.---It was now 6-30pm next afternoon and I was sitting on the outside balcony sorting out all the papers Jessica would need, the doorbell rang and I went to let her in."Hello Louise" she said"Hello, how are you, you look pretty!"I led her to the table outside. It was a very warm afternoon, I had wine on.