I began giving her strokes, first slowly and then increasing the speed. She was enjoying at her peak,.“Aur chodo mujhe, Sarfaraz.. Ahhhh.. Marr dala.... Ahhh.. Ufff..”Janaki wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me more deep as I continued pounding her. Her payal making a nice sound.Soon I felt her body stiffen and her pelvis lifted off the bed. I knew she was close to orgasm. So I increased my pace. Thap thap thap sounds were coming as my pubic bones were hitting my neighbour aunty’s soft. Her breathing was faster, the gap between the lapels was wider, the shadow deeper. He felt slightly dizzy, out of his depth under her grey-green gaze. Not at all like facing down huge, hairy Afghan tribesmen, not at all. They were tall but they weren’t slim and pale and they didn’t smell like… He stepped closer. “You’re smiling to yourself. Again.” “I was just thinking you didn’t smell like an Afghan.” “Hound?” “Tribesman.” Her turn to smile. It did surprising things, amazing things, to her. Her hand now moved quick massaging her clit, rubbing herself feverishly, closing her eyes, moaning out loud. My cock was wet with my precum, my hand was stroking slowly. I wanted to cum later, in her, on her. I needed to pace my strokes. At first, I was able to match her rhythm with my own strokes. But soon her caresses became so frantic that I could not keep up without cummimg myself. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes closed tight as she started moaning. Her legs started shaking, shoulders. She told her counselor that she’d love to be an electrical engineer.” Denise told him.“What are her grades like?” Gina Haspel asked her.“She’s held a 3.95 GPA through all of high school.” Denise told her.“Impressive. Has she said why she wants to be an electrical engineer?” She asked Denise.“From what Steven told me, she wants to work with renewable energy to try and relieve the burden from nuclear and fossil fuels.” Denise told her.“I have a friend that works at the department of Energy, maybe.