This time my breathing as more out of control, the rising and falling of my chest flowing with a quiet desperation to climax. Her finger circles seeme... to lift me above the level of orgasm and my hips moved with her. How did she hold me there without cumming? Then as suddenly, she backed away again, her fingers slipping down my lips, toying around the base of my opening and pushing a bit into my ass. "Oh fuck..." I whispered as she wiggled them back and forth over my pussy, climbing once again. I sit looking at my hand; all covered in my grandsons sperm hanging in long strings from my fingers while my fanny empties of it warm creamy contents.Back in bed, Sam is asleep and I snuggle in to him until I am woken the next morning with a wandering hand over my hairy fanny. Still half asleep, I roll on to my back and part my legs automatically and he has moans coming from me in seconds.Off with the bedclothes again and Sam climbs between my legs with his morning glory on full show. I reach. ” He said.“A sister sent to me for safe keeping ... I did the best I could. Then you and she paraded your barely dressed bodies in front of the worst possible selection of reprobates this side of the Left Coast.”Admiral Turner interrupted, “Do you have any idea which one of those young idiots drugged her drink?”“Not a clue...” I started.He looked terribly disappointed. I raised my hand palm forward ... STOP. “But the bartender knows.”“What makes you think that?”“Because he had a stack and a. Which, enraged her. Her husband had answered the landline. Quietly seething, talking through clenched teeth, she hissed, “What the fuck do you mean calling me here?”“Bank of America savings account. Cash deposits on June 7th and 22nd. Come see me now.”I hung up, winning that game two to one.Twenty-five minutes later she called me from the hotel lobby. I said, “Room 1016.” Hung up again, smiling to myself.Cassandra had changed from her work outfit into white jeans and a white top. Her attitude.