There was no turning back now. He knew exactly what I was doing and I knew exactly what he was thinking. By now my hands were wet with his musky sweat...and they were everywhere. His shorts were half off in my excitement and my hands made large sweeping movements from his chest down to his thighs. After what seemed an age he finally reciprocated by holding onto and roughly caressing my hairy forearms. I responded by tugging off his shorts and he completed it by flinging off his already opened. I did though, and continued to work her cunt, wanting to drive her as far as I possibly could. I managed to keep her orgasm coursing through her, in varying waves of intensity, for a good five minutes before I started to ease her back down. She was a mess. Sweat was pouring from her, her breathing was ragged and she seemed to be shivering just a bit with each exhale. But, through all this, the look of absolute satisfaction on her face was unmistakable and the sense of calm she had enjoyed. Lichte had asked him to come because he knew the most about the project, had designed every piece - and that made him the most culpable. He'd shut up, answer the questions they asked him ... and maybe keep his job.A suited executive, a few seats to Lichte's right, refocused on the room. Barely a minute had passed.Must have analyzed the data with a program, thought Nic, with a pang of envy. Only the upgraded tranceivers had enough memory for those feats, and he'd never be able to afford one at. “What did you call them? House fries?”“Home fries. They’re better if they are cooked with chilli flakes, and maybe some finely diced onion and capsicum, but ... Lori taught me how to cook them originally, well, her mother did in the first instance. Apparently they’re a pretty common cooked breakfast item in the US.”Once we had finished breakfast, I cleaned things up, did the dishes while Karen put them away. We then went into the living room, and sat on the couch, my arm around her as she.