" Oh yes! I'm glad you reminded me."She continued to scribble notes as we talked. Mostly, it was about where we were going and what we had to do there... In Washington, we had to go to the State Department. In New Orleans, we had to meet the architects. In Houston, I would be on the General's schedule. But that was supposed to be finished late Saturday night. Then the next week was free! I actually got excited about it."What about Jason? Do you know if he's going with us?" The last I heard, he. I was hoping you could give me a little background, something that I could use for a sidebar to the main story about the trouble they're causing here." You mean things like the president of the organization drives a Mercedes, and the VP-Treasurer lives in a million-dollar house in Malibu?" Not that sort of thing, necessarily," Mike said. "What I'd really like is to find someone in authority saying on record that the group is a scam." Dream on, Mike," Andy said. "We'd like to find that, too.. He pulled his pants open, revealing more of those bright blue undies. He wiggled his hips as he pulled down his pants slowly. They were tight on his legs and he struggled to get them down past his knees. I saw the bulge in the front of his underwear as he was bent over pushing down on the legs of his pants. He stepped out of his pants one foot at a time and held them in front of himself for a few seconds before laying them down on the couch. He stood in front of me with his hands crossed over. “Spread your legs a little, Nancy. I will soap you up down there and then you can do me.”I opened my knees wide and took her hand between my cheeks in a way that I usually only reserved for some guy I wanted to get completely between my legs in a way that I would remember for a very long time. At first, she used the wash cloth and then she just put the soap on her fingers and explored every little nook and cranny of my feminine folds like a nurse checking me out for a full report for the.