Better to let her make the first move, I thought. She came back and sat down next to me, holding a single glass of wine. “None for me?“ I asked. �...�Oh, I thought you said you didn’t want any. I’m sorry.“ But she made no move to get up and get me a glass. She just started asking questions again. How many women had I gone out with since my divorce? Was there anyone serious? Was I unhappy? Lonely? I answered her questions. I figured she was heading somewhere, and I’d just wait and see where. We’d. ‘What the hell is going on?’ Damien asked angrily. No one dared guess, Damien’s body language screamed homicide. The agents in the car with him, highly trained and supposedly not easily scared, were actually intimidated by him. For Damien, the silence was like torture. He needed to hear her voice. Say something, sweetheart. ‘Where the fuck is Darryl? I don’t like this.’ Once again nobody muttered a sound, not even agent Scott, who hadn’t displayed any sort of emotion. *********** Leigh gasped. She looked down curiously, staring into my eyes as she began to fuck my face harder and faster, suffocating me with her soaking pussy. "Yes, that's it!" She screamed, "eat that pussy sissy!"Her words sent shocks of excitement through me, motivating me to lick her like never before, engulfing her pussy with my mouth and sucking on her clitty as my tongue darted desperately around her labia. Her moans became louder, reaching down and grabbing hold of my head as she continued to grind her pussy. .. It was so exciting to feel his face on my mound, his lips wettening the thin fabric of the panties, my vagina letting out juices of lust, soaking the thin material."... mmmm... it feels so good John... please... take off my panties... I want to feel you close to me... please..."He did as I asked him. After a bit of struggle, I could feel the enprisoning panties slide down my calves. I stepped out of them and finally I was free... John proceeded directly, his tongue snaking inside the.