Simon found he could not hold on to a coherent thought, especially when Connie ran her fingers through his hair. He’d never imagined it would feel s...o good—so right—to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her body pressed against his. His hands moved as though under their own control, running through her hair, stroking her back, sliding down over her hip, then back up, under the t-shirt she wore to sleep in. She gasped and he moaned softly when his hand encountered her bare skin. ‘Connie,’ he. "Eddie nodded in agreement. "Okay, we won't take it all then. We'll just take enough to make us rich." How much is each gold bar worth?"Eddie thought for a moment. "I don't know."Eddie and I had a great idea. I took off my white robe and used it as a sack. I filled the robe up with about seven bars of gold before lifting it up over my shoulder. I felt like Santa Clause holding up a sack of toys, although these bars of gold were worth much more than your average toys. Eddie too took off his top. We could get one of the big tables andhave enough privacy to talk, how about 6:00 or so?" Sounds good to me, is that all we're going to do; eat, drink andtalk?" Yeah, I guess so, why?" So I know what to wear, asshole. If we were going to go shoot poolor go bowling, I'd dress differently." Sounds good, I'll let them all know we're on, see ya then." Bye."This should be interesting! I know what the topic of conversation'sgoing to be already. I think this will be a good time to wear thatstraight. I glided a finger under the edge and asked if this was Okay. She said, “You can do whatever you want.” I told her that we could do whatever SHE wanted, that what I wanted wasn’t important, and that this was all for her pleasure. I said I wanted her to be spoiled rotten to ensure she would come back for more. At that she just smiled like she had just discovered a treasure.I slid my hand under her panties and found the softest mound I’d ever had the extreme pleasure of massaging. When my finger.