I remembered what Constance had told me about Matt — it was like he’d been educated by the Jesuits and schooled by old-style Boston pols.I’d ask...d her, “Subtlety? Surreptitiousness?”She said, “It’s in Striker’s catechism.”And here I’d been proud of what Ash Collins termed my oblique approach. Circuitous, but in comparison with Matthew Striker ... I’d been clever, but only in the way a grade-schooler sometimes was.Fuck.I frowned in concentration, “No, not blackmail. That would be a waste of. Er begehrte Mila schon seitdem er denken konnte und jetzt, kurz nach ihren 18ten Geburtstag, starrten nicht nur seine Augen zu der süßen Blondine rüber. Seine Badeshorts saß verdammt eng. Mila rekelte sich auf ihrem Badehandtuch und scheinbar unbewusst streckte sie ihren Körper, der scheinbar einigen alten Säcken aufgefallen war, wie Martin missmutig feststellen musste.Auf dem Bauch liegend, um seinen vor Erregung riesigen Ständer zu verstecken, musste er mitansehen, wie ein Typ mit angegrauten. Somehow he had managed to keep his cool. If she even suspected the things going through his mind, she would have dashed out of the house and searched for the nearest police officer, clothes or no clothes.Worse, that conversation had gone in the entirely wrong direction. What was he thinking, asking if she had a boyfriend? When she said she needed someone older and more experienced, he had just about broken down and pleaded with her to let him be the one. But when she mentioned that she wished. Her taut belly jumped and shivered as I worked my way down until finally reaching my prize, her hot creamy cunt. I could taste the flavor of our earlier fucking as my tongue explored the folds of her sex. I pushed two fingers into her swampy canal as I sucked on her hard little clit. Her lithe body jumped as if shocked every time I ran my tongue across that sweet little nub and soon I had her writhing on the couch as the first waves of her impending climax radiated from her sex. I loved the way.