The cool air swept over her throbbing wet pussy before I ran my fingers through her folds. Her hands moved from the vanity and grabbed hold of my bice...s as I moaned out, and my inter was totally wet. The sensation was so foreign that she couldn’t control how this made her feel.There was an aching hunger between her legs that she had never felt before, not even when she tried to touch herself for the first time. She said that to me later.I whispered, “I am so fucking wet, baby. Are you sure you. Would you be willing to take over at Agriculture and see if you can kick start that bloated mess into high gear, and keep it running instead of falling apart and dragging everything else down with it?”The wheels were turning full speed inside his head. Somehow, someway, Sam Brownbock was going to convince himself that Ag was a great spot to make his comeback. It occurred to me that he might also be positioning himself to replace me in six years. If so, my first thought was, ‘God bless him.’. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something in her body language told him she was orchestrating the conversation. The clerk may have thought he was the woman’s equal, but Michael suspected that, like a chess master, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. She was probably dozens of steps ahead of the poor man, and was now backing him into a corner of his own making. Just as the realization crossed Michael’s mind, the clerk faltered and wrinkled his brow. The woman’s spine. I?m not covered, or protected, in any way. There?s no walls here.I?m as open as a person can be, with you, here and now. I?m being asemotionally and socially intimate as I can be with you, you understand?"I nodded slowly."I could have taken the art down, and packed up my own books, if I wasthe kind of person who was worried about image, or shame. But that?snot me. I?m here, right now, physically and emotionally naked, as openas a book. That?s intimacy. That?s the biggest kind of honest.