Her face was covered.He said, "your guy is still watching."She took her fingers and scooped it up off her face and put his cum in her mouth. She did i... again and again until she had gotten almost all of it. She had never tasted cum that was so sweet and so hot! She took her bathrobe and got as much as she could out of her hair. He said, "I think your guy has finally seen enough, he's gone."He kissed her and started to leave. He turned around and asked if he should stay in case he did something. He thrust forward until his hips pressed against her ass, and then pulled back and started all over again. He deliberately avoided looking at her breasts, knowing that the sight of her tits swinging back and forth would only make him come faster. Despite his precautions Frank could feel control slipping away."I'm getting close," Frank said.The discomfort was gone, and more quickly than she expected. Fiona was pleased that her body had accommodated Frank's cock more quickly that the last time he. "So when did you start sleepwalking," she whispered.I shot her a shy smile. "Ever since my first blow-job, I suppose."That made Colleen grin, and blush. "Bad boy, you kept me waiting," she hissed. "What took you so long? I had to start without you, see? This is what I always do with my left hand. It's an easy job for a clumsy hand, and that leaves my good hand to do all the delicate touching I also like." And with just a light brushing back and forth, she suddenly had a nipple tenting the front. Elsewhere, the news was bleak. The main story on the bulletins that morning was the car bomb that had killed Rollo Yeates and his two companions, now identified as 'members of the security services.' I thought the Chechens, assuming it was them, might have done us a favour. Murdering three men to keep the story quiet and then trying to kill us would surely prove something big was afoot.According to the News stories, the police were pointing the finger at some splinter group from the IRA that.