I see you massage your wet pussy with your fingers brushing your clit with the palm of your hand. I couple more rubs and bring your wet finger to the...head of my cock.Your juices feel so slippery and warm on spongy head. As you massage your wetness into the head of my cock I can feel my legs begin to tighten. My breathing is becoming deeper. I can feel you begin stroking my shaft slowly up and down. Every time you stroke up you rub my head. Your stokes are getting stronger and I can feel. I turn my back to the mirror and slowly lower one side of my skirt then the other and move my hips as I work it down. When it falls to the floor, I step out and kick it to the wall to join my jacket and my shirt. Standing there in my black bra and thong, my spike heels accentuate my long legs. I feel so sexy as I turn around, and watch as I run my hands slowly and delicately down my sides, back up and down over my breasts. I reach behind me and undo the closures of my bra. and watch as I lower. Jim swore under his breath. ‘I began to choke his chicken, going as fast as possible under the circumstances. I put this … I guess it was a fiendish expression on my face and in the middle of all the gibberish I’d been murmuring to him, clearly stated that I was going to make him cum in the next ten seconds.’ Jim nodded and looking at Paul said, ‘She did say that, I swear it.’ Celia giggled and jumped in, ‘Nice to have that confirmed. Anyways, I grabbed a napkin with my free hand and brought it. May I walk with you?”Fatimareplied with the thought construct of a deep sigh, unaware her body was also reflexively performed the motion. “I feel I should stay ... Oh, you’re right. I shouldn’t be second guessing.” Fatimabroke her link with Mark and spoke into the bridge. “Plan-C options are in effect. Carla, please guide the away-team home. That means you too Cassidy. I know how...” Fatimapaused with a lump in her throat.Cassidy replied. “It’s difficult for all of us Fatima, but I promise, I.