Amber grasped my head and pushed it into her crotch to increase the pressure. "Keep it up - PLEASE. Keep licking my pussy! Make me CUM, William!" she ...ried out.I was momentarily struck with the question of how she knew my legal name, William, but then I remembered her studious look at my credit card. I guess she wanted to know who it was that was going to fuck her.Nobody called me William – it was Bill. But I was honored she was calling out my name in ecstasy. And I was glad that it wasn't a. It’s as if every thing she did, every action she took was designed to further ensnare me.We hiked towards the remains of Fort Tilden; essentially a series of overgrown sand covered WWII bunkers and hollowed out buildings just off the shore. As kids during summer vacation, we would ride our bikes there and sneak around the area, looking for old bullets in the sand. And, if I recalled correctly, aside from the odd park ranger there were almost never any other people there, especially if you. Ashley got on her toes and whispered into my ear, "You think you can handle me? I like to get a little wild." I replied, "I know I can and I want you right-"Just then Steve stepped out of the bathroom and looked over at us. Ashley's back was to him so I gave him a nod and mouthed 'your turn' as he grabbed his cue and went to shoot. Ashley turned around and crossed in front of me to go get her drink. When she did this her hand brushed against my cock. The rest of the night it was cat and mouse. ”“That is a good idea,” noted Alissa. In seeing the puzzled expressions she added, “In the future when these records are read, this notation will give the reader a clear indication of our perspective on the discussion and decision. We already note the date, where we met, how we met, and who was there.”Jill said, “We think that is a good idea.”Moncha, Iolar’s AI, responded, “A note to the minutes has been added. The other AIs are aware of this change.”“Thanks,” said Maureen. “Shall we begin with.