Lee told him she wanted to fuck that thing then.She had mounted him and had given him the best fuck he ever had,Afterward they cuddled and talked.Lee ...aid she had fucked him two more times before she helped him get dressed. She had dressed herself and helped Norman lock up.She had followed in her car as Norman rolled his pussy whipped ass home. She had parked and followed him up a crappy wheel chair ramp to a crappy two room and bath apartment.Lee reported that she thought Norman deserved a. However, this organization is currently in the process of formulating a comprehensive set of criteria, which blah, blah..." Translated into non-Government-speak, it said, "Yes, but don't get your hopes up. And don't call us, we'll call you."Mom's getting a reply didn't have any significance, but Mom still sent back, "How do we get Mark's name put on the list?"In the afternoon, Jonathon's group released the first draft of their criteria. That wasn't the sort of thing the Government would. As we made our way to the sunning deck – a large area at the front of the yacht, with soft flat cushions covering the whole bow – Warren saw us and called out, “Oh, good, Jenny – I see you’ve met Claire.”I called out, “Yes, we’ve met. We’re headed to the deck up front to lay out for a while.”He said, “Sounds good. I’ll join you both in a bit.”It was an absolutely gorgeous day…..sunny, warm, and very little breeze. Claire and I wasted no time setting out our blankets, and pulling out the oil.. I knew she would feel the heat of my breath on her. She responded by closing her thighs against my head. I pressed my lips to the thin veil of cotton and kissed her softly. Her knees parted a bit.I feel the familiar tingle begin between my own legs.She smelled wonderful. Just a hint of soap from her shower. The irresistible scent of woman. The unmistakable scent of a woman in need. My d**g of choice. I can't get enough. I'm hopelessly, happily, willingly addicted.My nose pressed.