Forgoing the apology, I scrambled off of her and ducked inside the men'srestroom. What the hell was happening to me?Quickly checking the stalls to mak... sure that no one else was in there withme, I went back over to the mirror and pulled my shirt out of the waistbandof my jeans. Staring back at me was a sight I never thought I'd see onmyself.Straining against the tightness of my jeans, my belly was swelling againstthe confines of my clothing. I put a hand on it in disbelief. This had tobe dream. “I don’t know. Let’s see what he is sending and maybe we can figure out to whom as soon as you break code.” I replied.“Maybe he is really working for Mosad and that is his cover and the way they throw anyone off the trail. For all the information they have on the area, they have to have someone on the inside at a lot of places,” I replied.“The next problem is we know for sure Diya is the leader and the attack is going to happen in two weeks from today. They have been practicing both the assault. “Uh, aaahh. Yes, like that. Perfect. Don’t stop. That’s so amazing. Pound me, pound me.” I clutched onto him as he hurled me into a squall of emotion and sensation. Sloshy squishing added percussion to my moans of desire. “Aaahhh.” It felt so glorious, to be finger-fucked by him so brutally, with fingers on the inside, and at the same time gently with a thumb that was performing ballet on my clit. He pummeled me and curled against my g-spot for several minutes. It went on and on as he attacked. I was not ruggedly handsome, I was boyishly pretty. But I was quite self-confident, happy in my own skin and easy-going.Joan was like a mother to me, but a mother who I was able to confide in, and trust. I would never have admitted to my own mother, that I had been walking down that path to the beach, naked. Joan accepted that I meant no offence to anyone I might have come across. She understood that I enjoyed the freedom, and independence, of nudity. She even suggested that it might have been.