They were all hardcovers. Most of them were non-fiction biographies and WWII and Civil War histories. The rest were mysteries.She was looking at a fir...t edition Rex Stout, waiting for Bob to return with the coffee and cake, when he came up behind her and slid his arms around her. Nuzzling her neck he mumbled, "I have to be honest. I'm not really interested in coffee and cake right now."His kisses sent tingles all through her, making it difficult to return the book to the shelf. Once her hands. Timothy said he also wanted me…I was shocked at the thought of what I was doing but I just smiled and typed him directions to get to my house. The nice black guy replied he would be here in less than an hour.I frantically got in the bathroom and shaved my pussy clean as I enjoyed a nice warm shower. I put on some fish net stockings, a black thong, tight push up bra, a red shirt, a short leather black mini skirt and black heels. Suddenly, my cunt gushed with excitement…One hour later I heard a. . Not what you'd expect from your regular rich mansionowner with a soft-spot for weddings..." Uh-uh," Sam shook his head, smiling at Rivers' joke. It felt strangeto be back behind a computer as Rivers readied himself for the missionahead. If it hadn't been for the constant reminders of his femininity,he could have believed they were right back at the start of theirmission in Monaco.As it was, Sam could feel his breasts, tightly held within a black lacebrassiere, rubbing against the fabric of. She glanced up once more, letting her gaze linger on his nakedness, smiling as her eyes drifted upwards to his face, her hands resting on top of the neatly folded stack of lingerie, her hazel eyes full of affection as Jack tossed his towel over the edge of the laundry basket, exchanging it for a clean pair of black boxers. ‘What you got going on today, girl?’ Climbing onto the bed he knelt behind Charlotte, gently brushing her long red hair to the side, tenderly kissing the back of her neck..