She soaps me down with something the smells vaguely of lilacs and mixes seductively with the remnants of her perfume. She scrubs away the world leavin... only her with me. Her doe eyes make alluring promise of endless passion and pleasure. I pull her close to me and embrace her with fiery abandon. I savor the taste of her sweet, full lips as she draws my tongue into her mouth and gently sucks the tip. She runs her fingers over the scars on my face, tracing each one in silent reverence. She. And, Bobbie permanently wore dark business suits complete with a white blouse and a tie. I've kinda mentioned the spectacles perched on the end of her nose, the whole ensemble made her look somewhat like a severe old-fashioned schoolteacher most of the time. And what's more, when Bobbie Weatherspoon changed into mufti to relax in the evenings ... Well, Bobbie's idea of changing to relax was into a suit of a different shade of dark blue, grey or even black. She might have changed the clothes she. Expecting to be working at this for a while, she was amazed when the very first suggestion worked. Hitting -- at the login screen popped up a login window. She entered "administrator" as she'd been told, without a password, and - miracle-of-miracles - she was in, with full access! Two minutes later, following the instructions on her cheat sheet, the administrator account had a password, her password, and she had unlimited access.She pulled out the USB flashdrive, with all the software she'd. "Who was it?"Angie grabbed Eric's arm and pushed a breast against it – a breast with an extended nipple that she longed for him to suck. "Let's just say that Diana really gets into it. We're lucky she wasn't screaming her head off at the instant I opened the door, but since there was little noise for the moment, the girls didn't hear anything. Diana has told me that she is quite vocal when she's making love." So, they were making love?" At Angie's nod, Eric went on, "Damn, I would love to have.