Josh Allen was 25 years old, a 6’ 1? man weighing about 195 pounds. He was slim with good shoulders and narrow hips, and a washboard stomach. He w...s not particularly handsome, but had craggy good looks that easily attracted women. He was also a multi-millionaire, having inherited $12M and the family house when his banker father and mother had died a year before in a crash of their private jet. As their only child, he had managed to withstand competing claims for the inheritance, and the. ’ I was at that moment bending over the dishwasher when I felt her hand slide up my thigh and her finger stroked me where silk divided thigh. ‘There’s a few bits of me getting bumpy just now. Care to check them out?’ I finished clearing the dishes the following morning. Donna’ Philosophy Donna is a beautiful individual, physically and temperamentally. She had revealed a certain insecurity, you may remember, when I invited her to join me and my colleagues at the dinner dance. I did not in any. I heard it before I saw it. Men were singing, roaring might be more like it at a cabin in a barely cleared field. The stumps were still in the ground and the farmer had plowed around them the previous spring. I hated to do nothing, but there were obviously a number of men in and around the place so I waited until things quieted down and the windows got dark. By then four or five, all officers it seemed, had stumbled back toward the tent lines leaving a sentry and two dark windows.I waited. I exhaled as I raised them to my face and buried my nose in the crotch and inhaled slowly. At last...there she was! These were the panties she wore on her trip home. The panties that contained her sweet bottom on her 5000 mile journey. The same panties traveled another 5000 miles to reach me!My cock throbbed as I sniffed and licked at the gusset of her black panties. I unzipped my pants and undid my belt, letting them slide down. I hooked my boxers and pulled them down letting my cock spring.