Keep it simple. I opened abottle of wine as the food was heating through. Only when I came to sitdown did I discover that Ann had sneakily tucked my s...irt into myknickers. She laughed. "Sorry, but I really enjoyed seeing your bumwobbling in your pretty pink knickers as you walked about the kitchen.Have you noticed how wearing heels makes your bum stick out more?."We didn't speak much while eating. But it doesn't take long to eat one ofthose ready-meals. A short while later we were sitting. Panting hotly, she let her pussy fuck back at him. Seconds later her pretty head was spinning and her soaked fuck-hole was clenching tightly around his immense cock-shaft as her pussy started humping for every driving lunge. She whimpered. She gasped. She fucked.Her mind was reeling now. She couldn't think of rapists or strange men or torture or torment. All she could think of was this big thick cock ramming so wonderfully up her horny cunt-hole.Then even her thinking was fucked out of her, and. With a heavy sigh, Allison decided now was as good of time as any to break her news to the professor. He was facing the opposite direction as she approached him. "Professor?" she half whispered.He spun around in the swivel chair, neither startled by her presence nor expecting to see her. It was an odd expression really. One Allison wasn't quite sure how to interpret. "Hey, you," he smiled, again giving her no clue as to what he was thinking much less what his intentions were."Hey," she. "One, Fidel is a Cuban military officer. He is not one of your people. Two, the only way this could be your fault is if Captain Adzes had been forced to try and kill you, but you have sworn that it was an accident. If you are changing your story, we have enough on the good Captain to put him in front of a firing squad. Are you changing your story?" No, I'm not. The good Captain was a guest on my boat when his family was attacked. That makes it my problem."Maria took a deep breath, "OK, you need.