Let me just go get changed." He stood up with me and kissed me lightly on the cheek which sent goose bumps all over my body. "Feel free to look around...and help yourself to anything in the fridge, it will only take a few minutes." Charles left me and I watched him walk upstairs. I looked around the kitchen and then wandered into the foyer where there was a bedroom. Flicking on the lights I noticed the walls were pink and posters for the Pussycat Dolls and various bare-chested hip hop stars. The dampness had permeated her panty and the aroma wafted up to him when he slipped his fingers into her matted pubic hair. She sighed and groaned as his fingers slipped between her labia. She moved her hips against his hand and drove the rhythm of his movement. "Show me your cock!" she gasped as she ground against him. He moved his hand from her breast and tried awkwardly to undo his slacks. Again she swatted his hand away, but this time it was not in a playful manner. She was all business as. I got down on my knees and started licking it, glistening up the beautiful black rod with my saliva, then taking note of its wide, long slit. I started tonguing the slit and heard a moan behind the wall. I continued tonguing the slit. I put my tongue in it sideways, which really made him moan. I tongue-fucked it for a while.“Suck it!”I mounted it and worshiped it. I got lost in the lust of servicing such a magnificent tool, then he withdrew. I ran my fingers around the edge of the hole. I want to make sure you are the right kind of individual." All right, ask me anything you need to know." It doesn't work that way, I don't need to ask you anything. You forget I am a Psychohistorian. I will probe your mind and find out all I need to know." When she saw the look of consternation on Linda's face, she continued with a slight smile, "Don't worry, I cannot read thoughts, I am not a telepath. I can read only emotions. But I must be satisfied with your emotional make up." She brought.