But waiting, still waiting. For what? Me?The realization hits me abruptly and I feel a strange warmth spread through me which has nothing to do with l...st. I lick my lips nervously and give him a small nod, answering his silent question, not wanting to disrupt this moment with words. Would he have waited even longer had I said no? Would he have let me go? I don't ask. Instead I arch my hips toward his, feeling his manhood press against my exposed thigh while he gives a small growl of approval. "Thanks! It is nice, isn't it? I moved here when I made sergeant. But I wouldn't mind being around all that water you've got in Twin Rivers. You should have seen the view from my hotel room! The morning sun came up over that huge expanse of water -- that monstrous inlet you call a river, and it was glorious! I hated to pack and head home."She rejoined Sam while the coffee was brewing. "What is it, Sam? You don't look too perky. 'Get up too early to come up here?" I think I'm a bit worn-down.. A dead whitefoundation, so dramatic when set against black hair and scarlet lips I find.Eyebrows pencil thin, arched, quizzical, eyeliner that is inclined up into anoriental sweep at the doe eyed corners. Black eyeshadow and flame red glossedlipstick lined in black. Now Istand to dress. First armpit high black kid gloves, laced from wrist to top,the facings yellow beneath black laces. A matching choker of black kid fromcollarbone to chin and a half cup brassiere which lifts my firm breasts. Stacy extended a finger and began to rub Nichole through her panties. The silky material got more and more damp with each stroke. Bringing her head up, the accountant whispered sofly into Nichole's ear, her lips so close they tickled the secretary's lobe. "Why don't you cum for us Nichole?"As commanded, Nichole flooded her panties, her mouth opened wide as she gasped in pleasure. Stacy continued rubbing the now soaked material, getting her finger nice and wet. Then she brought it up to the.