She was genuinely surprised, "You little bugger!"I laughed in her ear, holding her against me, rubbing harder and longer against her, pausing to grind...my cock into her pussy. "I'm a little bugger, Mommy," I said, sliding my hand down her cheek, between her legs, and pushing with my fingers against the bottom of her pussy through her slim panties, into her damp cunt. I started to shove my cock up and down the channel formed between her pussy lips."Oh, oh, oh, ugh, ugh ohhhh, ohhh, ooohhhh, ugh,. As usual, she signalled that she was ready to go when she asked for his wallet. He didn't hesitate before sliding it out of his jacket and sliding it across the table to her. She placed the pair of pink frilly panties over it, and he took them into his hand. He wasn't allowed to move too quickly, as she loved the idea that the waitress might see them before he could slide them back to his side of the table and into his trouser pocket.While she settled up the tab, he left quietly to go the. Once she finished the bottle and set it down he started kissing her, she was kissing back, like he had taught her, soon the kiss grew heavy and passionate so he moved her onto her back pulling her jacket off before pressing her back into the couch. She wasn't too worried about it, they had made out often enough to know that his hands would wander, but he had always stopped when she asked him to. She couldn't see the look on his face, if she had, she might have started to fight him then, before. Most of which concerned the fact that he WAS a mercenary and if the chips were down, would save himself over La Contessa. He was a friend of La Contessa’s, though; so Ramirez accepted that, until then, he was here for the duration.“I heard a story about that!” Mander interjected. “There was this Russian Commander, right? And he figured out ‘Every time I report casualties, Stalin cuts our vodka rations accordingly. So, I’ll just stop reporting casualties!’”Helen set down her cocoa and leaned.