“Ohh….I’m coming …… please….Ohhh.” She stops thrashing, locking her body into position. She grabs my hair, and forces her pussy forward....My tongue plunges deep into her as her juices flood my face, tongue, nose – everything.She moans loudly, her body convulsing slightly from her orgasm. She slowly relaxes, releasing the pressure on my head. I begin lapping at her juices covering her mound, slowly and deliberately covering every inch. I didn’t want to waste a bit. Her breathing becomes more. I had it with me all afternoon."Elise frowned and said, "I could have, I suppose, but I didn't think of it."Trying to make small talk I asked, "How have you and Edward been?"Elise answered, "Same as always."When I gave her a look that conveyed some confusion she smiled and added, "Bored as hell. I'm more curious than ever about this house and wondered what else you had discovered. Edward is still embarrassed about those two snobs he brought out last weekend. He told me that we'll be lucky if. Up to 1947, as any historian knows, there was no CIA yet, nor even a unified intelligence authority for our country after the war ended. The OSS would later be folded into the original CIA; but since they used numerous Russkies (our WW II allies), our entire intelligence community was totally infiltrated by communists from the very beginning. That's why Stalin knew about the A-bomb before Pottsdam, in 1945. At least ten per cent of workers on the Manhattan Project were spies.Interviewer: You. You know ... number two?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed that I had to bring that up."Hmm ... number two, eh?" he raised an eyebrow. "There's ten acres right outside that door. A smart bitch like you oughta be able to figure it out," he laughed and scratched my head a little. "Just watch the boys, they'll teach you just fine."That wasn't exactly the answer I wanted to hear, but it was the only one I was getting apparently. He left me shortly after that and I had little else to do but.