Olivia walked over to where Claire stood. She tried to remain composed, her own cigarette held out at the angle of her wrist. She folded my other arm ...eneath her breasts. The gesture probably came across as defensive but it was subconscious, involuntary.“You missed my round,” Olivia said, standing almost toe to toe with her colleague now. Claire’s arm tightened defensively beneath her breasts””, the fantasy that had invaded her head-space only a few moments earlier still running vividly through. It wasn't long until he found it. He made a few notations and then looked up at Browning, who was reviewing something on is own computer screen."General," he called, "would you mind coming over here for a minute?"Browning frowned but trudged his way over. "Yes? Did you come up with something?" I think I have," Wilde said. "I think maybe I've found a way to negate some of the problems we encountered in phase one." Good," Browning said. "Write them up and we'll go with them." Uh... but, sir," he. A sexy mature woman, something I had never captured before. Big market out there, not creating money – I wish it were, it would relieve my permanent poverty, but it would increase my stature in the murky world of amateur internet voyeurism. Yes, even my Mum could be seen by some as sexy I suppose, but apart from me not seeing her that way, I had just thought it, kind of out of bounds. Many less high principled blokes would plaster their mothers and grannies world wide. Me high principled? But I. I slip my finger under you from your clitoris then all the way round to your tight bum hole which I rub, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. Crouching behind you, I move my face into the crack of your arse, my nose brushing against your hole. Now I enjoy your scent, sniffing the skin between your cunt and arse, working my way up to your hole where I linger, unable to get enough of you. You reach behind you, your head flat on the ground, and spread your cheeks, opening your cunt and arse hole for.