It took some time, since his contact was actually involved in the raid, and couldn’t respond right away.Eventually, Jonathan’s phone rang, and it ...ook every ounce of my willpower to keep from hovering over his shoulder while he talked. When he finally finished and turned around, I could immediately tell the news wasn’t good.“They missed Richards.”“What happened?”“As best they can tell, he took off, late this morning. He must have gotten word of the raid.”“He has someone in the FBI?” I asked,. We parted lips to look at each other in the eyes lustfully. Her eyes went wide for a moment with a sharp inhale ending in a light moan as she used her legs to pull me inside her. The warm sensation of her silky inner walls sliding along my shaft was only amplified by her muscles clamping against me. I began to roll my hips forward in a building rhythm as her legs pulled me deeper. Our eyes locked with foreheads touching and hot breath blowing on each other’s mouths as we worked into the steady. I am here to post my next story which is a continuation of my last post in the same night..for those who didn’t have a look yet at my previous post its in Me and my Bangalore days – Part 1.Well as I was deeply engrossed in my wet twat giving it some hard fingering all nude beside the lane of the highway I was literally longing for some nasty stuffs which would be all raw n erotic. In short I was ready to be a whore..a nasty whore that night forgetting all the morals.I got up all naked and. His fingers moved very slowly underneath, running over my skin. I pressed my fingers to his chest, remembering how wonderful his muscular torso felt, how his nipples stood at attention when I lightly rubbed them. He lifted himself off me and opened my kimono. He hesitated for moment, then ever so lightly began to stroke the soft skin at the top of my breasts with the fingertips of one hand. I arched my back, wanting to feel the sensation more. He continued to stroke downwards, finally reaching.