As her trembles subsided, I stopped my oral ministrations, and just held her. After a minute, I climbed up beside her, and held her tight, as she trie... to regain normal breathing. She said, “That was wonderful! But, I was supposed to be thanking you, and you did all the work.” With that, she pushed me onto my back, and reached down to grasp my still hard cock. “Oh, looks like he is ready. I like that,” she said with a mischievous smile. She threw her leg over my body, and still holding my. There were several documents and a passport made out to the name of Cyril Metcalf. Very interesting I thought, why would he need a passport?I closed the safe and locked it, where to go from here? I mused, I was absently looking at the safe key in my hand, "that's it, if our friend can't get into the safe the money and passport are worthless to him. Looking closer at the key it was obvious that the slots were meant to pass over something in the lock, if there was a slight misalignment the key. She was sitting on the edge of the chair moving her head up and down on part of his shaft when Sol started taking pictures . She never even noticed as she was so focussed on Peters cock. I moved over and undid her gown which slid down her shoulders where she shrugged it off and continued to suck Peters cock. He reached forward and caressed her breasts, squeezing her nipple. One of his hands went behind her head and he started to thrust his cock a little deeper but only very gently and slowly. I. I met the original friend on Yahoo. After months of talking and losing contact, we reconnected. The first time I went to her place it was just talking and groping. The next time I went over, I found out she was one of the most powerful squirters I had ever been with - she could hit my chest from missionary position. After a few more fuck sessions we lost contact again. Fast forward maybe a year later and I catch her on Yahoo again and we go to lunch. She tells me she's in love with her new.