Some times Angela stayed over the night and slept in the same bed as my mother. I could hear them whispering and giggling together in the other room b...t I could not figure out what they were doing. My sexual education was on a need-to-know basis and did not include lesbianism. Their "friendship" lasted several months. I grew more curious about the two of them and crept out of my room and spied on them. All I could were two forms tumbling under the beedsheets. I could only hear their mindled. Hasina just kept sucking and swallowing until my hips had stopped moving and my dick lay limp in her mouth.She rose to her feet with a smile on her lips and a wild, wicked gleam in her eyes.“So, what did you think of that?” she asked, wiping away the remains of my juices with her finger, and then seductively sucking the finger clean. In answer to her question, I stepped toward her and, opened her jeans pulling it down along with her soaked panties. I made her sit down on the edge of a desk.. “It’s all right, we weren’t caught,” I whispered to her.I held up the vibrator, slippery with her fluids, andlicked it clean while she did up her shirt. The promisein her eyes was enough to melt any woman, but I knew wedidn’t have all the time in the world. “Tonight,” Ianswered her unspoken offer.Once she had herself together, we gathered up our pursesand headed for the door. The timing was terrific. Shewas just coming to herself enough to say, “I. I'm sending you a photo of someone and you can let me know if this is the man you have been asking about." Send away," I said, watching my little screen for something to appear. In a few seconds, the head and shoulders of a man appeared and I examined it closely. It wasn't a recent picture, but I was 99% certain it was John Johnson."That's him," I said. "Tell me what you know." His real name is Janus Jovanovic. He was born in 1961 in Zagreb, but has lived in both Belgrade and Sarajevo before.