”“Well, so long as the Soviets do not get crazy, I imagine things will be about the same. And I do find that kind of sad. My dad grew up with the ...Cold War over his head, I have, George will, as will our kids. But so long as it remains cold, I am happy to just let things be. But here, let me show you what I got.”I showed her my new games, and after doing some work on an article about the game design group I had started I hopped in the truck and drove to Reseda. I went for a walk as they put on. Then I went back to Aunt Mary’s panty drawer and pulled out a pair of big white nylon briefs that felt very soft. I stuck my hand inside the panties and wrapped my hand around my stiff, slip-covered prick. I couldn’t believe the sensation of the two silky materials rubbing against each other. I stopped before I shot into her slip. When my excitement subsided enough, I took the briefs and stepped into them, pulling them up under Aunt Mary’s half-slip. The big panties left plenty of room for my. “So you can take your chicken fingers and shove ‘em.”“Jeez, aren’t you feisty today.” I remarked, turning back to the counter to accept my tray.“If I’m not feisty, you just claim you win.” she replied. “You always say you’re fighting harder so you deserve the victory more, all because I’m not being mean or something. Sooooo fuck you.” she finished proudly.Without realizing it, my mouth hung upon as I whipped my head around to stare at her in shock. Molly wasn’t exactly a saint, but she swore so. I leaned in, kissed her forehead, and said, "You're more than welcome. I'm happy that you're safe." She came back in for one more hug before she went back to her mom who wrapped her in her arms. The ambassador motioned me over to the side of the room to have a quiet word with himself and the Prince.The ambassador said, "We both wanted to thank you for what you did on Friday. Normally we'd have a public ceremony to show our appreciation. We both have concerns about making your identity public..