We moved together in a rhythmic the energy of sexual desire driving our every move. We worked her into an escalated sense of pleaser. Her breaths were...deep and quivered on their way out. I worked my way down to her then slick pussy and began working it over with my tongue exploring every fold of skin. I moistened two fingers with the slick fluid that was leaking from her and slid them deep into her, working the pleasure points hidden from view. My mouth found it way to her clitoris I began to. " And you think?" asked, George, peering at her."I don't fucking know, George. Rasida's, ah, she's in la la land, at the moment. She hasn't landed back on earth since she went to see him last night. I gather she had a good time." Obviously," grinned George. "So what specific information was he after? What secrets is he likely to discover here?" Rasida didn't say, exactly. Just some stuff about the size of our forces, our arms..." Damn! I'm not even sure about that, myself. 30 years ago, we. Itwas a warm day and I was wearing a pair of skimpy cut-offs along witha tight tee shirt, accentuating my large breasts. I'm consideredattractive, with my long brown hair and blue eyes. Everyone says I'ma Jane Seymour look-alike. Although alone, I let the guys in and gotthem something cold to drink. They were a little surprised to see mein that attire, and I caught them looking at each other, their eyessaying "damn!" I liked their attention. We sat and talked for awhile,and with miles of my. "Claudia must have fucked the shit out of Julian. They must be sleeping in." Finally, she went back to "The legacy of Julius Caesar." How exciting. She forced herself to read for what must have been several hours. It was hard to get comfortable as there was no pillow to prop her up on in "bed" and the floor got hard on her bum quickly. And still her eyes were drawn to the lab, the empty lab. Her mind wandered until unpleasant thoughts emerged. "Oh my God!" she thought. "What if.