I need your cock inside of me. I need to know what it feels like to fuck my friend's husband”.His only comment was, “Eventually, we will get there...eventually.” He then continued to kiss me as he started to rub his covered cock against my pussy.After a few minutes, he stopped kissing me and began to kiss down my body until he reached my pussy. He was so gentle, and so sweet as he began to lick my clit and stick two fingers inside of me. I grabbed the back of his head pulling him into my crotch. My mind was telling me to stop but my body was sayin screw your brain this feels good. I started to moan as my pelvis started to buck against his fingers. After a couple of seconds of this nirvana I managed to gather up enough brain power to whisper stop. He kissed my neck and said “ you don’t want me to.” He started to kiss me again and kept on fingering me. Before I knew it we were naked and I was straddling him while being pinned up a wall and he was sucking and tapping his tongue ring at my. ..mmm I was jealous to say the least!Wow he was so direct too, no messing about with his explanation. I asked him who he fancied the most in the office? He said it was me. I think I was flattered, or was it that he knew I was after what Julie had had the pleasure of? Either way he said,' hey come on lets go get lunch.'We set off for the car park and there was his old white battered van. He opened the door for me as it creaked open I climbed in among the papers and dusty seats. He went round got. The gangs kidnapped whole families, including, youngsters, and adults, and often used relatives as hostages for people who were being sought.In spring 1978, Maria S., a beautiful women of forty five years old, psychologist in Buenos Aries University, wife of a important member of opposition party, was kidnappings together of her adolescent son Pablo.Mother and son were prisoners in ?La Perla? a secret detention centre, this ? the history of their tragic experience.Maria tells: >.I repeated.