For the rest of the meal, it was a non-stop onslaught on my legs, made allthe more frantic on my part because I wasn't wearing panties. So withGeorge'...s hands continually wondering up my legs, my pussy was totallyunprotected. And do you know what? I found it incredibly, bloody horny!Just suppose, I thought, I let him succeed and reach my hairy vagina. Whata surprise he'd get.I looked across the table at the other two and they were still endlesslyparodying George and myself, taking turns to touch. Katelyns face grew red with embarrassment. Katelyn broke the silence."What am I supposed to do? I have a job as a house cleaner. I have to wipe windows all the time. I'm always so worried someone is going to come in and see me..." She nearly broke into tears.Anders cleared his throat. "It's alright. We're going to work this out."A pause."If you don't mind, could I see this happen, one more time? If you're comfortable with it."Katelyn breathed in and looked up at Anders. She saw the seriousness. But he had never touched his mouth to my clitoris.I had two guilty pleasures during these 15 years. The first was reading smutty novels such as Peyton Place and Valley of the Dolls. I didn't take the risk of checking them out of the public library in Arapaho, but bought them on shopping trips to the larger town of Hickok. I kept the novels hidden from hubby and the children in a drawer (locked) of my sewing machine. Yes, believe it or not, I had a sewing machine!My second guilty pleasure was. What are you doing here?”“Working. Some federal grant to improve police intelligence. I didn’t know you were a cop.”“We straight?”“Of course! I’m not going to tell.”“You know computers and shit. You might have followed me.”“Hardly,” Lennox blew him off. “I have a background in data science. I applied for the job because it was a change from market analysis. Chill out. You ain’t that good in bed.”“Oh! I’m not,” George sneered.“No,” Lennox stood his ground.“Fuck you!”“I’m hoping you’ll do just.