Cupping them over my taught short little dress. My breath hitches in pleasure and he moves one hand lower and lower. It's a slow torture until he reac...hes the hem of my skirt. Slowly so exquisitely he runs his hand up under my skirt gently grazing and cupping my sex over my panties. "You're panties are so wet Vanessa" he says. "I can't help it Jordan, its what you do to me. Even when you're not touching me you have that affect on me." I plead. I want him, more of him, right here, right now! "You. ’ ‘But why?!’ I asked, still confused. ‘As the memo explains, Ahmadenijad wants a war to increase his waning political power and increase his clout over the Supreme Leader, Grand Ayatollah Khamenei. When he can say that he’s standing up to Western aggression, his popularity skyrockets. For Israel, their government wants a war to deflect from the shifting international opinion that is increasingly against their treatment of the Palestinians. The U.S. wants a war with Iran because the war. After a short nap, we got up and showered, as we both needed it. Astrid made breakfast for us and then took me out to her back yard. We still didn't have any clothes on. In fact, our clothes from yesterday had still been on the counter in the kitchen this morning, where I had put them when I picked them up last evening.Astrid's back yard, a part of it anyway, was enclosed with a high fence. The large enclosed area was covered by a deck for sunbathing and included a Jacuzzi and an above-ground. “What would you do for this?” he asked with a knowing smirk.“Anything. Anything at all,” she whimpered as she clutched at the metal belt, attempting to pry it from her quivering hips.“Would you let me fuck you, Alice?”“Yes,” she answered with a despairing moan.“In the mouth?”“Yes.”“Or the ass?”“Yes, even there. Please!”“I’m not sure you’re desperate enough yet.”“I am!” she cried out, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she felt herself reach the crest once again and linger there for an.