His turn again, he did not go for her bra. He embraced her and reached behind to unzip her skirt, which he lowered slowly, kissing her beautiful thigh...s, the backs of her knees and down to the tops of her oh-so sensitive toes. This last kiss set a chill through her. Again, he again stepped back to admire her in her underwear, ordinary stuff, no lace, no bikinis; just ordinary off-the-table panties. Strangely enough, he did not grab a feel through the panties and she remembered he had also not. Laurel saw fit to give me the coveted green ‘E’ for ‘editor’s choice.’ When I logged in to my author’s page to post it, I noticed my ratings and number of votes have risen a bit since the last time I checked. I’ve received praise from the feedback channel, and twelve more people have added themselves to my mailing list. I’m ten feet tall and puffed up like a peacock. Then, I’m on the phone with Mom, and she asks what I’ve been up to lately. I’m at a party, chatting up one of the local honeys.. Fucking them would not get me further up the international power structure, at the same time, but I was always horny. My oligarch came to visit me last weekend and on Friday we had dinner. I let him him finger me, but told him I was too shy and inexperienced to go all the way and he bought it. The next night I snuggled up to him and played with his cock. I told him how much his old, flabby body turned me on. He went along with it and got my best blowjob that i had perfected with the football. "Wilbur, you claimed once to hate 'mushy' but I do not know of a better way to say it: here's to friends, and to science and the joy the two can bring." Too much talk," Wilbur mumbled. "Way too much talk, but since this is special indeed I am generous enough to forgive you once more."And raised his glass, took a long sip, smiled hugely, smacked his lips and stated categorically."Bert, as long as you serve drinks like this you may talk as much as you want. Heavenly, no other word for it. More.