I grabbed her by her hair and twisted it in my fist until the whore was on her knees in front of me. We stayed that way for a moment until I saw her ...lance at my tits. Something in her eyes reminded me of a look her daughter got when I pulled her face into my cunt and instinctively I bent forward and rubbed my nipple across her lips. Like her slut daughter she didn't even pretend not to want it, taking my rock hard tip into her mouth and sucking like a babe. I moaned as her tongue flicked. They were still trying to pump me to see if I knew anything.In the conversation I found out they had just come from a world affairs class that was currently studying Africa. The news media was giving them plenty of current affairs for discussion material. The media was still fixated on the Prince and the Kingdoms bombing campaign.Tuesday night the EIT guys had left a package on my desk. It contained names to go with the faces from the villa.Ahad Byair was from Oran Algeria and leader of a. Her breasts pressed into my bare chest as she kissed me deeply– with tongue..She had no bra on , and her hands were already at the buttons on my 501s , trying to get them open. My hands went to her lower back, using my fingers to slide down the back of her shorts..Sandy wore bikini briefs, cut high on the hip. My hands found the firm muscled ass cheeks and gripped them tightly,making her moan.. H-Help meee!! she cried as frustration set in, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. I moved them. This morning was no different. Quietly carrying my heels and bag, I passed by the guest room door. I heard no sound from the room. As I passed the mirror in the entry hallway, I took one last glimpse of myself, a stranger to the plain housewife of a few short weeks ago. One deep breath and I turned and walked out the door, leaving a short note by my husband's keys.My husband would be more than a little pissed at me for not being home when he left for his business trip, but I had more important.