"Why, certainly. I read The Natural, I think when I was in eleventh grade. Why do you ask?" she asked, wondering what the book reference was all about... "That's the one... 'The Natural'... except you don't hit home runs, you give pleasure with your mouth, not to mention other areas of your body, although I just did," I grinned at her. "Really? Good. Because to be honest with you, I rather enjoyed it. I didn't really mind the taste, although it's probably not something I'd put on an ice cream. . for both sides."Gilmore's eyes sparkled with humor."And those who failed to meet your criteria? What about them?"I let my face go cold and still."Are you quite sure you want to know the answer to that question, Senator? Are your colleagues sure they want to know?"Gilmore's open, trusting, innocent and obliviously faked expression impressed me no end. The guy was a shark posing as a goldfish."What harm can there be in knowing the truth, Doctor?" he asked brightly.I swung my gaze across the. ’ That’s what she says.” (She said that in a great, breathy, innocent Marilyn voice imitation.) “How can you be…? I mean… You’re acting like nothing special just happened. How did you? What happened to the motorcycle? Who were…” I said to her, the incredulity obvious in my voice, as she nonchalantly grabbed my arm and began walking back in the direction of her apartment. “It’s OK,” Simone said simply. “Don’t worry about it.” I began to say something to her, but she put a finger against my lips,. Christina then straddled me and lowered her gorgeous pussy onto myerection, the feeling as her body enveloped my manhood was mind blowingthe look of concentration on her pretty face as she worked her bodyexactly where she wanted it for maximum pleasure for her, finally shearched her back, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders her proud,pert breasts reaching for the sky, I cupped them and played with herdiamond hard nipples, she had a look of ecstatic bliss on her face herlittle feminine.