I followed her into the lounge. "How wet is your pussy right now?" "Oli... we can't... and Dan’s on his way home" she replied but I sensed the indec...sion in her voice. "You're wet aren't you?" I repeated. Beth froze. I stood over her as she lay on the sofa. "I can see you're hard nipples and I saw the wet patch on your underwear. You’re thinking about my dick"A half breathed whisper was all she could muster "Oli..." her cheeks blushed red. "You are turned on thinking about me. I make your pussy. .. negative. Checking with State police... negative. Checking with FBI... negative. Checking with CIA... Negative. Checking with Homeland security... negative. Checking with NSA... negative. Checking with military intelligence branches... working... negative."There is no active surveillance ordered by any of the active agencies of the US government. Going to foreign governments. This will take a while longer... working, working... working. Negative on any intelligence branch, nor are you being. Her smooth round bum cheeks gleam under the lights. A memory of my work colleague flashes into my mind. She’s bent over a desk like the woman in the picture, the outline of her panties showing under her tight skirt. For a moment it’s her I’m seeing, inviting me with her eyes and showing me the buttocks and cunt I’ve dreamed of so often as I’ve masturbated in the men’s restroom at work. I want her! I’ve been stroking my penis. My shaft has tightens as I ogle a naked woman’s flesh and imagine the. It’s not over. It’s one guy. More will come, trust me,’” Lauren said. “I looked at her. She was actually pretty. I did not think she was gay. That was the last thought in my head. But there was something about her that was attractive. She had long black hair, soft skin and lips that were so delicious.” Lauren smiled, reminiscing. Soon she was crying. Her friend held her. “She had a rough-around-the-edges feel, but she was such a softie. We became friends. Eventually we kissed at a party. Some.