Lust took over before she could follow these thoughts. His hypnotic eyes sucked her mind right back into lust. She didn’t know when she had wanted t... make love so badly. Not even her first time compared with this delicious feeling of wanton desire that danced inside her. She devoured his mouth, and felt his iron member against her thighs. She wanted to put her mouth on it, and find some way to make this God cum. But she wasn't running the show. He was. He lifted her out of the bed, turned her. Someone to just–ahhh–fuck me, to make me a whore, to use me, to make me theirs. And when I saw you, I knew you’d do that to me. I knew you’d make me yours. I knew it, I knew it–” You can feel her clenching on your fingers, see her legs tensing up. She’s getting close.“You needed someone like me?” “Not like you. I need you. You’re what I need.”Your heart leaps. “And so you have me,” you say. I’m yours.”She climaxes as you kiss her again. Her pussy throbs on your fingers. She screams into your. ”“Probably,” I agreed. “The news will spread like a very quiet wildfire. Now, this is important. The intermediary is not going to have any idea who he’s dealing with. He’ll know the cutout. The cutout will know ... me. But it’s probably best if we keep certain people in the dark. The intermediary ... very likely will fall on the other side of this argument. The entertainment industry put a lot of money in his coffers. I’m talking performers and the people in the nice, cushy offices. So we’ll. Understanding parents can sure be a big help at times!We went to my bedroom. I had a double bed, so there was no problem there. We had spent all day in the pool, but we decided to take a shower together. That seemed to be more "grown up." We both had bathrobes to wear; Tommy was using one that had become too small for Dad.We removed each other's clothes, mine first. That was not as sexy as it might sound because I was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts, flip-flops, and no panties. Tommy had.