It was obvious that she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t move at all and said nothing. My eyes went directly to her pussy. I moved off the bed, ...rawled on to the floor and started moving toward her. She bit her lip and her eyes got real big. I started caressing her calves and slowly moved my hands up to her thighs. She laid back and let out what sounded like a very happy moan! I stopped just before I got to her pussy, and started all over again. I did this for a while until she was flat on. "And how was I going to do that? Tell you that I was an undercover agentnot knowing whether you were a good guy or not and have you kill me?Think about it Mario, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to, it wouldhave put my life in danger," Brenda said."I'm sorry Brenda but this whole thing pisses me off, I can't believe youdid this to me, what else aren't you telling me?" Mario asked withobvious agitation in his voice."There are things about the investigation I can't tell you about untilit's. He was quite muscular. He didn’t have a six pack, but his abs were firm. His arms were strong though, it made me wet just looking at them. He slid his hands across my tummy and around to my back to unstrap my bra. He tossed my bra to the floor just as he did his shirt. I sat up and unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. His hard cock came out and nearly slapped my face. He wasn’t huge, but he was big enough. I slid his cock into my mouth. He instantly moaned. He grabbed to top of my head and. He sat at the patio table and helped himself to the orange juice that was in the pitcher, pouring it into a clean glass, and waiting for Freaky to finish.Something seemed a little off about the way Freaky was swiming, he seemed to be skim- -ming through the water, and he was swimming faster that he had ever seen him swim before. Faster than it seemed it was even possible. Steetch settled back, relaxing. This was going to be a good one, as usual with Freaky.Consuela brought out breakfast for.