.. we shall we say a free spirit. She'd fuck any guy any where and didn't care if I watched, or participated or whatever it is I did as long as she g...t fucked. There were several times we'd go pick up a guy, she'd fuck him in the back seat, I'd watch in the re-view mirror they'd both cum, we'd drop him off and she'd say "Okay, let's find another one."I never really participated, but my did I love to watch. The smells, the sounds. Fuck, it would get me so horney that sometimes I would. ..I decided that I'd go further and further up your leg until you stopped me. As I inched toward the towel I got more and more nervous. After about 10 seconds I was at the towel and you hadn't even flinched, so I positioned my hand so that i barely touched your vagina. You just let out a slight quiet gasp and grabbed the sheets. You were ready for me.I couldnt hold back anymore, the professional was gone, I needed you. Now. I moved my hand under the towel and began rubbing you. Your breathing. Although they shared a common subject matter.Months earlier, back when I was first considering Matt Striker as more than a professional colleague, we’d had a conversation, a post Gunther-raid conversation, in the Rafael Hotel bar — Chaz. That was before I’d conferred Most Favored Nation status on the lad.Pre-MFN, Matt had been part of Hank Middletown’s team that had commandoed their way into the Gunther compound outside of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho.Looking back, I now imagined that Matt was more. She thought. Her period. That’s what’s got himso bothered, she thought. Then without even thinkingmuch on the subject she walked over to him and nuzzledher warm body against his hairy sheathe. His headrolled back as her tiny hands worked his sheathe. Hiscock slowly emerged, the tip was nearly the size of herhead. She continued stroking him licking the head. Hiscock jutted fully now from its sheathe.It had been ages for the big gorilla since he had beenpaid attention to in this way..