A few seconds after entering the bathroom, Sam came back out holding my underwear. I laughed and took them from him before he also passed me the towel... that I’d used earlier. While giving my son a blowjob in the lounge, I’d become sopping wet so the towel was put to good use again.I wanted to service my son with much more than a blowjob but, even as I thought that, he turned and stepped back into the bathroom. He closed the door and I soon heard the flow of the shower water.I returned to my room. I run a hand down my chest, down across my stomach and dip a finger into my pussy. I feel how wet I am… I’m always wet, waiting for you. I feel empty, yearning, waiting. God, I want you.The sharp taste of a glass of whiskey at my side. Writhing on the fur blanket, I squeeze my thighs together and picture you arriving. Any minute now, any second. My heart flutters in my chest and I feel a rush of electricity, gathering at my nipples, down through my chest, down to my crotch. Waiting for you to. We could always call him and cancel but I don't think you reallywant to. Then you could get a haircut and take the earrings out of yourears and after gaining a little weight you would be pretty much back tohow you used to look." Jill, I hate to admit it but I enjoy dancing and wearing sexy lingerieand women's clothes. But that doesn't make me much of a man," I said as Ihung my head and looked at my coffee."Jerry, I like you as my boyfriend and I like you as my girlfriend. If youwant to wear. ”‘‘There have been progress reports on the construction phase of four items in the request, those four were completed. There were no completion or compliance reports on the four remaining,’’ Bobby said.‘‘OK Bobbie, thanks, have a good evening,” I said.Either way it was too late to push the issue now. I anticipated that any attack would happen in sixty days or less. The only thing pushing a rush on construction would do was telegraph that we were on to them - the last thing I wanted to.