As I reached across her to close the computer screen, to save her the embarrassment of being caught “sticky fingered” by her Daddy, I bumped the b...d and she stirred. Her eyes opened slowly and she tried to focus on what was happening in the silent, dimly lit room. She turned her head toward the computer screen, but the light was too intense and she turned back the other way…facing the hem of the leg of my shorts and the flesh treasures that were exposed. She looked at them and then changed. Her eyes burned into mine as a small grin formed on her pinkish lips, and my jaw dropped as she tugged her skirt up past her hips, giving me a full view of her fuzzy muff.I stood right up; hell, she was quite aware of me. My hand went into my pants and I began a slow rub with my thumb over my damp cockhead. She smiled bigger now, and her legs parted seductively, somewhat slowly like an elevator door. Now I could see all her gorgeous fuscia folds, and her small opening. Her hand went down, and. Since Wendy Warmcox was still downstairs enjoying her dinner, Jane guessed that her target, terrorist arms dealer W, must be in the room. Jane felt her heart start to race, and she assumed that it was because she was so close to catching and stopping this dangerous dealer of death and destruction. As she put her hand on her breast to steady her heartbeat, Jane felt that Polaroid snapshot, one of the British spy surveillance photos, inside of her jacket pocket. She pulled it out again, and. I started to bob my head up and down at a rather quick pace. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and his head was slightly leaning back. He had the most amazing look of enjoyment on his face. After about five minutes of sucking his gorgeous rod, I felt him getting harder and starting to tense up. I did not want this to end quite yet and pulled off for a couple of minutes to let him cool down. I gently massaged his beautiful organ while I licked between his very sexy legs and.