I then licked my fingertip and ran it all over the now bumpy surface of my areola, causing the nipple to harden and extend in arousement. I could feel...little electric impulses shooting from my nipple straight to my lubricating pussy. I repeated the same treatment to my other nipple. I felt like such a sexy slut. I felt like a whore. Hell, I was a whore and I had never been so turned on in my life. This had to be some subconscious desire that I had held in check for years and that desire came. Still I waited. I wanted her to be in a deep sleep before I entered and exacted my revenge. As you read this you may surmise that I am criminal, but I am not, at least not yet. I am not a rapist either although that's exactly what I have in mind for tonight's pleasure. I am not considered a bad guy or pervert by any of my friends and certainly not by my family. My name is Alan and I am a national sales and marketing director for a major corporation. Well at least I was. Why then you may wonder,. This was the only group of people that we could find." Has anybody else found anything?" He was greeted by silence. Jacob thought, "Damn! We may not have arrived in time to do any good." Jimmy, have any of your working party reported anything of interest?" Not yet, Sir. I'll keep you posted."With the working party:"Jenny, have you made contact yet?" No ... Oh, wait. Here comes somebody."There was some meaningless chatter through the translator, then, " ... you help us? My mother is trapped. It felt right to her, so she kissed him again, this time with a little more feeling. She was hurting, emotionally stung and wrung out, and it just felt right. She surrendered to the moment, and continued the kiss, reveling in the soft, gentle feeling and the warmth that she felt inside that swelled up and overrode her senses and her thoughts as she sought comfort without thought to consequences.Mattson’s heart leaped. It was everything he ever dreamed it would be, but he never even dared to.