Anderson and the junior ambassador were in contact with the case officer who pretended to be me.I wondered how well he was as a woman, he might be the...male version of me. Everyone thought I was high on testosterone all the time. Maybe he was rolling on estrogen. That kind of thought helped to pass the time, but there was still a lot of dead time because my brain processed information way too quickly. For instance I could tell that one of the other take out customers was a pot dealer.I could. There was also a very masculine and heady scent, something that stirred the primal need within her, and made her smooth, shaved little pussy seep thickly onto her soft, milky thighs. There was a guy in here, and he smelled absolutely delicious.Her left hand reached out and touched a warm stretch of flesh. She could tell it was his leg, and as she started to climb aboard the bed, a hand groped a moment, and found hers, helping her onto the bed completely. Her breathing was a bit labored,. Sonyagroaned like a virgin as I slid into her hot wetness. When she had taken as much of my tool as she could, Istill wasn’t all the way in. But she began pumping herhips, causing the swollen head of my dick to ramagainst the back of her insides. She was as deliciouslytight as before, but she must have been stretching, forwith just a few strokes, my balls were slapping againsther ass, and I was in to the hilt. My tenderness andforeplay had paid off.“Oh-h-h-h, that’s. "I knelt there. Now her firm ass was under my nose. May be I did it intentionally. Red slap prints were there, yellowish semen has dried up in streaks. Her ass was really a mess. She closed her tights and I could see just a little bit of her pussy. "What are you doing over there?" Trying to break the table," I said. "Please honey, be careful..." she recommended.Finally, the wood broke and my sweet wife Ana was free.She stood up almost instantly. She lost balance and I had to grab her by her.