I could feel her extended clitoris through her pantyhose, and began to rub it in a circle. I felt her pressing against my hand. She was getting clos... to orgasm, so very close. I removed my hand. She bounced up and down on the sofa. "You want to come, don't you?" I asked. She nodded vigorously. "Tell you what," I said, "If you can hold your pee another ten minutes, I'll let you come." My hands were all over her. Rolling her nipples in my hand, moving my hand inside the slit. A couple of days later we had the viewing. It was just the two of us saying goodbye. She looked so peaceful. I’d never seen Jacob cry before, but he was so devastated he couldn’t even drive.“Then she was cremated and while we waited a few days to claim her ashes, I helped Jacob with some things like putting her car in storage. Actually I did all of that, including shipping her clothes. He just couldn’t think about giving them away right then, much less trying to sell her car. I even chartered a. ” A smile forms on his face. “I’m glad to know that you are safe, Spencer. I trust you to protect Sam in my absence. And I am sorry not to have ever reveal to you, Sam, your lineage. But because of t, I have made sure to keep a working relationship with the Black List.” His smile quickly fades. And though he now doesn’t show it, the two agents can see the hurt in his eyes. “I have kept many secrets which have allowed me to acquire assets for the TDF and keep America safe. Safer than would be. She gets out the car without so much as wiping a drop off still in her heels and mini skirt and heads for the living where we left Jim in his chair. He looks up and just sees his wife with her hair a mess, her face covered in cum and me smiling from my work. She then leans in and gives him a kiss on the cheek and asks him does he like seeing another mans cum on her face. He responds with more grunts as he knows she's not done. Well once again Sandra and her revenge take over. She's always been.