She was grinding her pussy against my face. I kept pulling her closer to me, drawing her clit in my mouth, circling my tongue around, alternating dire...tions, from clockwise to counter clockwise. I could feel her body tensing, and she began to shake like a fish out of water. She said she had a series of multiple orgasms that rocked her body.We lay on the floor, and after a brief rest she took off my pants, and stared at my hard cock. She stroked it slowly, all the time looking me in the eyes.. The woman, Sara, invited me in. She was an attractive older woman, I am guessing in her mid fifties. Blonde short hair, medium height, thin tone body, very pretty face and a great personality. We talked for while and she thought I could help around the house as she unpacked as her husband was gone a lot. "I can use your help, I would have you cut the grass but it is dry." Sara said. "Yes we are in a dry spell." I replied. "Yes, we are in a dry spell, maybe we can help each other get out of. We set the bait, but she wasn't gonna jump at us just yet. Nevertheless, Emma and I came to play.Emma brought both of my melons together and let her tongue out again. She moved her head back and forth and let it get all over my rack. Like her, I had to hold onto the desk for leverage, but it didn't compromise the sexiness.We stayed on the side of the desk, for the time being, so we didn't get anything on it just yet, but we certainly wanted to do more, if it came to that. For that moment, she. ”She stood and walked back toward the Hart.I went back to work, back to something approximating a routine. But Greta Gunther was never far below the surface. Unlike my last big case, a rogue lab in California, Gunther wasn’t a faceless adversary. I knew what she looked like, what she sounded like. What she had done.I’ve never killed anyone, never even shot at anyone. But I felt, without much doubt, that I could shoot Gunther. Of course, I’m no sniper, so I’d have to get close in. To a.