"Which group are you working for? Who do you report to? Where were you trained? How do you make contact?"The questions were fired at her for long peri...ds, but she shut them out and refused to answer anything. Her interrogators had been eating, drinking and smoking in front of her and the sight and smell of the food was almost too much to bear. The smell of the cigarettes smoke reaching her nose was a difficult thing to ignore, but ignore it she did.Then they would switch tactics and another of. I love working with Addie’s business.“You do know, I hope, that Addie thinks about you as a friend first and an employee second.”Katie started squealing that it was her turn to sit on the outside. Nicki laughed at our dilemma. We were about a half mile from crossing the bridge across the Snake into Oregon. “About fifteen more minutes, hon,” I told her, “remember I told you we’ll trade at Farewell Bend.”“How far, Daddy?” she pouted.“I just said, about fifteen more minutes.”The kids went back to. When back home alone, I couldn't help thinking about my aunt Annette again. I began to stroke my dick and quickly I was just as excited as I had been on the beach. My aunt Annette was a volouptous lady in her late 40:s. I remember feeling a bit ashamed for thinking such naughty thoughts about her, but it didn't stop me from continuing to pleasure myself. I had a fantastic orgasm that afternoon. Thinking about my old aunt while masterbating became something of an obsession that summer. A cupple. She wet her index finger and slowly moved it inside the fold, up and down, running over her outer lips. She pushed it inside her pussy now, sliding softly and slowly, working it in and out, sighing softly as she fingered herself and let her left hand move to her left breast to cup and squeeze it and play with the nipple as she started to play with herself more intensely. The sheet falling off her legs now, her naked body uncovered, legs parted as she moaned softly imagining it was Johns tongue.