Our lips met as our tongues danced in each other’s mouth. I felt his hand go between my legs as his hand rubbed at my pussy.Keith slipped two finger... up inside my pussy. His fingers knew just where to go. His fingers rubbed at that rough spot also known as my G spot. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him even more passionately as his fingers rubbed at my G spot.Now up to this point in my life, most men did not know where to find this spot. The women I had been with always. . The hesitation in his touch was almost nonexistent now as his urges became stronger. He grinned deep when he felt how ready I was for his touch.As I got closer and closer to cumming for him he kept nervously shhhh ing me...so worried that hubby would wake up and hear us. He knows we are open and that I told him all about us, but still couldn’t help feeling worried that it was a trap.Rolling over I began running my hands up and down his leg and teasingly over his bulge that was so hard, he. Lemuir were a pair, and Ms. Travis lived by herself. Somehow those three had created Claiborne. Their names weren't easy to find, either. They were buried in layer after layer of meaningless drivel. But an intradepartmental org chart confirmed that they still worked for The Construct.I sent them emails, but through the secured internal servers, and all I did was ask that they make some time for a presentation. It was Irene who figured out how to access their calendars and get a request to be. The child seemed to emerge from the spell that held her in its grasp after she had been at the opera house for several months. She would on occasion, seem to slip back into a silent darkness, but for the most part, Christine had been so quiet and reclusive, Antoinette had allowed the girl to do as she wished."If I had just paid more attention to her, perhaps I would not be so worried now, but life was hectic. Meg was only five years old and between working and caring for the girls' physical.