There were a few twinges of nausea in hisstomach and he was lightheaded for a couple of moments in places, butthat was as far as his physical reaction...to reading it went.He closed the file and slid it back toward her. "Everything in thatreport I stand by," he said."I understand that and you are completely right, but we can't file this.Take a moment and think on this and I think you'll understand why thiscan't be what someone pulls up if they want to look this case over justnow," she said to him. Here I was with the woman I lusted after several weeks ago, accidentally bumping into her in the hall of that seedy hotel, fucking wildly in the morning and all day imagining the unplanned events that later would happen in her room with the “dessert” she was offering me. Sitting with her, eating, she surprised me by spreading her legs, taking my hand and placing it on her jean covered pussy causing my cock to bulge and strain against my jeans which she then began rubbing, leaning against me. As my orgasm subsided, the guys laid me down on the bed and had me roll up onto my side. Josh immediately stuck his cock back into my mouth and started fucking it faster as he fondled my tits. Dev - holding one of creamy white my legs straight up with a dark black hand - began pounding away at my pussy. This went on for 5 -10 minutes, with them Josh driving his cock deeper into my mouth and Dev slamming his cock harder and faster into my pussy with each stroke. I could feel my second orgasm. By the time I reached it, I was up to my waist, each wave threatening to knock me flying. I staggered back to the shallows and rummaged inside, frantically searching for my mobile phone. Who the hell were you supposed to contact in a situation like this? The coastguard, wasn’t it? What number did you have to use? I had no idea–calling the coastguard was something I’d never thought I’d need to do. But as I stared at the phone, I realised that not knowing what number to call was the least of my.