You lay me on the bed, and kissed me all down my body. You stop at my pussy and kiss my thighs, I moan loudly. This teasing is torture but I'm getting...so excited, my moans start to get louder, and I want your cock inside me. You kiss back up my thighs and I know I'm going to be rewarded with your tongue on my swelling clit. You start to lick me, I move my hips and grind my pussy on to your face. You put two fingers into my hole and I scream out, as your tongue works my clit and your fingers. Not in the sense that a 15-year old boy would judge "better" (I told you this was embarrassing), but better in that they were obviously far better made, with much more effort and quality than every other girl wore. I'd several times overheard her respond to another girls' compliments by saying that she gets them from Hong Kong. She almost never repeats an outfit, so I shudder to think how large her closet must be, or what she spends on clothes. So her, "That old thing!" comment was amusing,. " Carry on, Ms. Korolyov. You still have my attention," said the brigadier.Like most officers at Mission Control, Brigadier Svenssen found the second assault far more worrying and problematical than the first. There was an altogether different order of magnitude between an assault by thousands of woefully ill-equipped religious fanatics and the truly overwhelming bombardment that erupted from the asteroid that housed the formidable arsenal. Of course, it wasn't until two months after the event. Well, how about we have lunch two weeks from this coming Thurs-" I said, but was cut off."Look, first off, I don't schedule more than two days in advance. Why don't we have dinner now? I'm free and you appear to be available as well, if you're making calls to my house at 6 on a Friday night," she said, laughing.I was caught a little off by this, but without even thinking I jumped at the chance."Yes. I'm free. I can meet you virtually anywhere in about 45 minutes. Where do you want to go?" How.