So I guess what I'm saying is, if I decide that I might be able to cum from some kind of stimulation, it's probably pretty fucking hot.One of my hands...rested on the back of his head, gently keeping time with the rhythm of his mouth thrusting sucking slurping and squeezing while my other hand started tweaking one of his nipples, then the other. Occasionally he could be heard whispering oh yeah in between sucks. I'll tell you, I could feel this electrified triangle of nerves between my two. " She reached under the pillow and handed me some lube."Here, put some of this on."In one of my 'Girly Magazines', there was a picture of a guy fucking this woman in her arse and I had wanked myself a few times looking at it. I found it to be very perverse, yet it still turned me on. I thought that they were only pretending, but here is my Mother wanting me to do the same. For some reason there was a tremble going through my body. It was an adrenalin rush like you get when you do something. I gaze at your body, the glistening skin looking so inviting in the candle light and run my other hand down your back from your neck and across your bum. I begin slow thrusts into you, the walls of your body closing and griping on the hard shaft inside you. You are sucking on my fingers, running your hands up your tum to your breasts, cupping them invitingly. I look longingly into the mirror and watch you...wishing I could do this and suck on them at the same time. But I hold back, this is too. “Sometimes. But usually they do not follow Miss Voronin. I think they may be interested in you, because you are unknown to them.”I chuckled, “Well, let the FBI follow me. I’m quite boring! Hopefully, they’ll enjoy the museum.”Unless, of course, they were part of the task force that was constantly chasing the Mafia. Then it might make things interesting, but it was unlikely anything like that was going on, at least not here in DC. It did make me think that I needed to be a bit more careful when.