I smile to myself.I make my way back to her bed and carefully slip in. Ten minutes until the alarm. I snuggle close to her. My leg find it's way be...ween hers. My warmth against her leg, hers against my leg. My hand on her belly. I lay quietly with her, watching her sleep.The clock radio comes to life. An overly-caffeinated radio personality is selling the product of the moment.Her eyes flutter. She stirs. Stretches. Yawns. She turns to me. She brushes the hair from my face. "Good. ” “Good” she says before starting to lick the full length of my dick. When her mouth reached my dick-head she forcefully licks the boubous head causing me to buck enthusiastically. “You like?” she asks. I nod. Jacky starts pumping my shaft firmly but stopping short of my dick-head. I try to pull my hips back to receive her grinding but she is ready for my feeble attempt. “Jack. BE STILL” I’m commanded. With my balls still held tight and her other hand pumping but short of my dick-head, she has. ” She nods slowly, processing my words. I really hope this doesn't backfire. I have no idea where this urge to share came from.“Has Emily ever been with another girl?” Ashley’s question makes me pause.“No…” I’m sure she would have told me. But now I'm thinking about it, and the pictures in my head are making me hard again.“She's not into girls?”“Not to my knowledge.”“That's too bad.”I look over at her. “Is it?” Ashley smiles.“Emily is insanely hot, Justin… I hope you're okay with me saying. How about I take you to the office, and if anybody is around, we kick them out.”“I was just about to suggest the same thing. I need to write Ted a letter, and we need to fax this one to the FBI. They need their linguistic analysis team to verify that it is him writing it.”An hour later, I am sitting in my office, going over the letter I am writing, when Paul comes in and sits down, saying, “I got the number for a contact in the FBI. Are you ready for this?”“No, I decided we should get the.