Federal Express was based in Memphis, but it had just started up, and wasn't the first outfit one thought of when communication was needed quickly. An... you can forget about e-mail, cell phones, PDAs, and the rest of the paraphernalia that has become so much a part of our lives in recent years. What I had for speedy written communication was a cable terminal, sometimes called a "Teletype" machine, with an idiosyncratic keyboard and a "memory" which consisted of perforated paper tape. You could. And of course she would have foregone the plain white panties in favor of something a little racier.But Casey hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, he was caught somewhat off guard himself. And in the end, what did her choice of underwear matter anyway? She doubted that he'd noticed much, she thought with a grin.Now satisfied that her desk showed no sign of the fabulous fuck-fest it had been witness to, she turned toward the door, next to which hung her purse and a backpack where she kept a change of. Margaret, was a long time friend of my Mum, and I had known her all my life. She was 67 years old, I knew this as I was at her 65th a few years beforehand, and widowed maybe only a year or so. She was small, maybe only 5ft 1 inch, a more typical Scottish granny than Jane in truth, but always had an element of glamour to her with her dyed blonde hair and professionally done make up. Now her hair was grey and Margaret was slightly plump, but a decent pair of tits, and nice short legs. In my teens. It started off with royalty, the parents setting a royal man and woman up against their will, and sexual tensions leading up to the climax. As Erica read aloud, a solo section of the dutchess thinking playfully about her duke came about. Ooohhh, this is about to get steamy! Exclaimed Erica. Christie lit up and continued listening to the tempting read. Erica kept on and read through the intimate section. Christie felt the sensation fill about again, and her labia moistened. The lining of her.