Thewarmth of her loving embrace was so intense that Ialmost wanted to break out into tears. I held herclose, hoping I wasn’t squeezing too tight... but she wassqueezing me so tight that I didn’t think I’d need toapologize for the strength of my hug.The hug dragged on for what seemed like a minute or soand then the thought entered my mind that we’d enteredinto inappropriate territory. The hug seemed to slowlyevolve from an intense, loving one into a softer, morepassionate. On a whim, he pulled up a photo album he'd named "goofing off" and attached a picture of Joan to a message and hit 'send'."There you go," he smirked. "Chew on that a while before bed."Mark's jaw dropped. Here was Tom's wife in her MILFish glory, obviously just fooling around for the camera, but sexy as hell nonetheless. She had her back to the camera, looking over her shoulder, her blonde hair swept back, peering at the photographer through black-rimmed glasses. Her short, but professional,. The cook returned to his grill.“What do you want from me?” asked Rashida.“I want your story, the story of your rebellion.”“You’ve heard it already. Why do you want to hear it again?”“Because it interests me. And please, have some tea.”Khozem poured her a tepid cup, and she sipped it, telling him the torment of her dormitory and the defiant march to the administration building.“It all went something like that,” she concluded as her sips turned into gulps. “You were smart to get my boss’s. Mark watched as she moved under his mate and grinned.“Need a hand.”Jay shook his head and moaned as he felt her muscles tighten around his cock.Fuck she was tight, he thought.Leaning on one arm he reached up to pull her dress to one side exposing her breasts. Bending down he captured one in his mouth and sucked hard on the nipple. Biting down he heard her moan loudly and he thrust harder into her. Letting go he captured the other nipple and bit down onto it. She moaned even louder and he sucked.