“I left my panties in your washing basket,” she said quietly. “Any chance of dropping by to collect them tonight?”“I don’t see why not,”...I replied just as someone came into the office. “I’ll take a look at this Cherie and get back to you later,” I told her.It was Bob from packing and he watched her walk past him and close the door behind her, drooling like a puppy. “I’d love to give her one,” he said. “I bet she’s a little tiger in bed.”I smiled. ‘More like a lioness,’ I thought as he handed me. My evil mind now been active again after made a fire in office. I pushed top floor lift button and said “on! No! It is going automatic, because of fire” she was hell scared of speed. After reaching top floor, it stopped.We got out and looked for help; everything is going according to my plan. No one is there to help, so we decided to stay there for a while but fire cached up there too.We had to run to the terrace end.I said “there is a water tank” “we can hide there” “fire won’t work on water”. You let your thighs separate just a little. I slide in further, feeling the silk covered lips of your labia. Oh, you are so wet. Your panties are already soaked. I press harder and your panties ease up between the lips. I find the nub of your clit and make tiny circles around it. I feel your legs buckle just a little. You grab my shoulder for balance and your nails dig into my skin. It hurts so good. Your wetness soaks through the crotch of your panties and coats my fingers. It's warm and. It was a little disappointing, though, how skinny she was. She was really rail-thin, and as far as I could see, she didn't have any bust line at all. My thoughts strayed briefly to my encounter with Delores -- the Mexican-American Marine with the oversized breasts; breasts that had been sweaty and heavy in my hands, there in the darkness -- just two nights ago.Millie was as pretty as her photographs had suggested, although her dark eyes and coal-black hair made her seem a little alien here,.