When he had thus largely pleased himself with this branch of dalliance and delight, he truss'd up her petticoat and shift in a wisp to her waist, wher... being tuck'd in, she stood fairly naked on every side; a blush at this overspread her lovely face, and her eyes down cast to the ground seemed to be for quarter, when she had so great a right to triumph in all the treasures of youth and beauty that she now so victoriously display'd. Her legs were perfectly well shaped and her thighs, which she. "Of course I love you Mj. Your my friend. Of course I still...." I want us to be more!" She cut him off, her hand now moving to his crotch swiftly making Peter's eyes widen as he tried to move away only for Mj to push him onto the couch as she climbed atop him and straddled his chest, bending down to claim his lips for her own as her hands traveled over his chest before she stopped straddling him and now lay on his body with her hands moving into his trousers to gently hold his hardening. He heard her seat belt unclip as he switched off the engine. He turned to her as she said. “I’ve not congratulated you.” Then she kissed him full on his lips and held the kiss for several seconds before breaking off.Robert was stunned, his mind in a turmoil, his heart racing.He heard the seatbelt click; not daring to look at her he re-started the engine and pulled back on to the road. They drove back to the cottage in silence.Once inside, the lights had been set on low with the dimmer switch by. After DeVour and Raptor failed to show up for a breakfast meeting two hours earlier, their underlings had eventually gained entry to the Presidential Suite. There they had found both men passed out on the carpet, DeVour looking like a beached whale, and Raptor with his hairpiece slanting off his head like the half-open top on a Mustang convertible. After many cups of coffee and two cold showers, the frantic assistants had finally gotten DeVour shaved and dressed. Raptor, still too drugged to.