..it is so good.....my hand under you skirt.....rubbing your tights against your pussy....they are very wet....I am using my middle finger to push the... into you.......making them more damp...............I move my other hand under your skirt to rip a hole in them.........and I slip a finger into you.......pushing my middle finger into you deep to reach your g-spot.....my thumb circling your clit as my finger rubs your g-spot in the same rythmn...........you are very wet now.............I. It was the seventh day. I rested.As we were getting ready for bed that evening, my wife informed me that she would like to take some of that sandwich to work with her for their upcoming potluck. It wasn't a big deal to make, but I wanted to play hard to get, so to speak."What's in it for me?" Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I can come up with something."At that she reached over and unzipped my fly, fished out my cock and dropped to her knees in front of me. She sucked my entire cock into her mouth.. 'I'll call her, and come over all official and make sure her family knows she's indispensable and is needed urgently. What are you doing at the moment?' There was another chuckle.'Planning my excuses. Look, my mum is listening like mad but she doesn't speak English at all, so let's have an argument that she can understand, and then she'll know that you're a mean boss and you're forcing me back to work and it's not just me leaving early.' Elena shifted on the bed and slid her free hand to her. 'The Praetor has the data and the history required for you to understand the answer to that question, ' Sibilius informed her.'The Praetor has been restored?' Béla asked anxiously. 'Is it all right? Is it angry with me?''The Praetor is a machine. It does not get 'angry', ' her father's thoughts replied. 'I have not brought it in here out of respect for your peace of mind. You had not inquired about the Praetor, so I assumed you were not ready to have it in your presence.''But, to answer your.