.damn my husband. I was falling apart and he hadn't even started. Biting my lower lip, grabbing his head, I wanted him more than I wanted to show. Poo... Essence. Christian really was depriving her. I owed her this. I dropped to my knees and became obsessed. Her pussy was intoxicating but she wasn't ready yet. I had to make her mine. I couldn't even think straight anymore. His face was swallowed in my pussy. I'd catch glimpses of those beautiful blues gazing at me as if to say "you're. "Now let's go look inthe mirror, and see the finished product." We did, standing nextto each other, and I drank in both the vision and the feelings.I felt myself becoming erect again, as I looked at the two trulybeautiful women standing there, and I slipped my arm around her,hugging her to me. "Dawn, you are so understanding of all this,I love you for that, I really do," I exclaimed. She silentlyslid her hand across the smooth pink satin that covered mybreasts, and moved it down to the bulge. Our government was no different but had taken it to a new level in the electronic age. Torture was no longer necessary to gather everything you wanted to know about anyone.The second volley of Molotov cocktails came over the fence, free falling far short of hitting anything important. I suspected the gunfire was to make us keep our heads down while other things were being carried out. No one had been hit by the gunfire and we were easy targets, far too easy to miss unless it was. I noticed that she had an easy smile. This gal was beautiful with a capital B. She was around five-foot-eleven, busty and curvy, with light brown skin, long curly Black hair and light brown eyes. Clad in a red sweatshirt and blue jeans, she looked pretty damn good. I took out my card and swiped it, then smiled at her and told her to just go ahead and print her stuff. My generosity seemed to surprise her, for she seemed taken aback. I smiled and innocently told her I was just being a good.