Morgenstern glanced at it. ‘You’re an accountant?’ ‘That was my education, yes,’ Murphy answered. ‘However, accountants no longer have the...skill sets I want. No one teaches spying in Massachusetts, unless you count the fraternities going after the sororities, or the internal intrigues of either group. After experiencing that level of stupidity, I think decapitation with a sword is far more civilized.’ Normally, the Mossad man would ask if that was a reference to Daniel Pearle, but Morgenstern. “Ok Bec, now I’m going to push the head of my penis past your labia and into your vagina. Don’t worry I’ll stop when the head is in”, I explained to her in a clinical manner that really turned me on.I pushed my head into her pussy and it was as tight as a vice. She screamed as if I was trying to force a pineapple up inside her. The sight of my cock head inside her was beautiful. I stood there so her dad, Rich could come over and take some photos of me inside her, and the painful expression on. That was the strongest orgasm that I had ever felt, and it came while I was picturing my mother sucking on my cock. There was no way in hell it was right, but I knew I wanted it. I laid there thinking about where I could go from there and slipped off into a blissful slumber. I will be honest, I dreamed of fucking my mother all night. I think it was the first time I had a quote unquote "Nocturnal Emission" since I went through puberty.When I woke up I put some clean clothes on, ones that didn't. After what felt like an age and no sounds coming from the room I crept forward and peered in. On the bed was a woman in what looked like an expensive evening gown asl**p on the bed. An empty bottle of wine lay on the floor. I gently pushed open the door and silently entered. ‘Quietly now’. I was thinking as I crept in. I went to her dresser and went through her jewels selecting the best ones. I turned to leave when I spotted her handbag on the bedside table. I snuck across and opened it. I took.