I moan lightly as my left hand teased its way up my thighs, making my clit throb with want. Head back and eyes closed, I finally touch my pink clit, g...istening with my own juices. Jesus, this is what I need! I rub my hand in a circular motion, slowly stimulating myself, preparing to put my fingers to work. I open my eyes, deciding that I need to stand up and take my panties off so that it’ll make it easier to fuck myself. Shit. How long has the window cleaner been there, mouth hanging open as. Layla looked beautiful her skin was flushed and little droplets of sweat trailed down her nipples down to her pussy. She must have seen me admiring her because she looked at me and asked me what I was looking at with a suggestive smile. I bit my lip and boldly ran my hand up her leg and whispered into her ear "I want to eat your pussy so badly". Layla then grabbed me by the back of my neck and started making out with me. I was so happy that we could be making out again finally. I ran my hands. I put on Pink Floyd songs on my computer to set the mood right and lighted the second cigar.We were completely high by that time but we were hungry for more. So we started smoking, talking, coughing, laughing occasionally. Halfway through it, Garima got up and said, “Shaumit, let’s dance na?” I am not really a dance person. But as I was high I want along with it.So I got up, put my hands on her waist and she put her on mine. We began to move to the slow beats of Floyd songs. We both were. I was looking at Chief Investigator Henderson, as the Admiral finished and his eyebrows were nearly on top of his head from what he was hearing.The Planetary President, a chubby man of medium height, was the next to speak.“Admiral, we, that is the Government of Addison III, share your confusion, as we also have no idea of why the Unity Government would order a quarantine of our system,” he said in righteous indignation. Now I was looking at Henderson with a questioning stare. It was Colonel.