O-o-o Alistair had dropped off to sleep. He woke startled but he was still holding his glass. He didn’t know how long he had slept but it was gettin... dark outside. He looked at his watch. It was 9.30pm which meant it was 11.30pm with Julie. He reached for his mobile but there were no messages or missed calls but there was notification of an email from Julie. He rushed to his laptop and opened his mail: ‘Hi Darling, hope you are okay. I am fine, so is Abdul. He sends his regards. I suppose. You want my cock don’t you, you want to feel it inside you, massaging your insides, pushing up against your cervix. You want to get fucked by me, don’t you? You want my cock so badly you’ve probably wet your panties just walking up the aisle.He was right, my panties had developed a wet patch. I knew that. I could feel them sticking to me. The fact that I was clenching my pussy muscles as he spoke probably didn’t help either. I also knew that my nipples had become a lot more sensitive and I was. She had showered three times in five hours. She still felt dirty. She washed her mouth out with mouthwash. She could still taste his tongue. She gagged. She tried to comb her hair, instead she threw up into the toilet. Darn it, Aubree! Think! She fell back onto her bed. The clock read 6:17. Okay. I can get through this. I have to strike up some kind of deal. I have to get those pictures back. Who cares about the pot? Let him go to the police. It’s my word against his. Isn’t it? Okay? get the. I felt her grinding on my lap looking for some kind of friction, so I mustered strength I didn't even know I had to change our position. Maintaining the kiss, I rolled her onto her back and slid a thigh between her legs. She takes the liberty to- tightly- wrap her legs around my waist, so tightly in fact that breathing became a bit difficult.We remained like this for quite a while, but I wasn't done. I don't know what was going through my mind, but I decide to reach a hand down to her leg and.