"Mel and Hailey looked at both of us as though we'd both grown a 3rd arm from our chests.Hailey hesitantly asked with a very distant tone, "So ... you...guys were spies?"I looked at Sandy and she looked at me but answered for the both of us, "Well, no. Not in the classic sense of the word. Spies usually recruit and control other agents to gather intelligence information or they attempt to gather the information directly." Our job was to quietly stir the pot using some of the information that real. She was really worshiping my cock, talking sweet but dirty to me, it was so fucking hot. I couldn't take it, I asked if she was ready to fuck again. She said yes, but she wanted it doggy and positioned her ass up for me to take her that way. Soon my cock was pounding away. She took my hands and put them on her breasts, I soon explored her entire body. I found myself at her hair which she had recently cut short, fingers length and it was perfect for grabbing as I pulled her head toward me for a. ”“Oh My God! I guess when I call you a ‘mother fucker’ now, I won’t be lying, will I?” she said with a giggle, then she added, “and I guess it’s safe to assume that things won’t change and she’ll be mellow for the rest of her visit?”“Are you saying that it’s OK with you if I continue to fuck your mother?” I asked in total shock.“Well, it’s not really OK, but I can’t change what’s happened, and I have to admit she is much better to be around now that she’s had a good fucking. She’s needed that. The night I speak of, my bed was taken out and put into the Chinese-paper room, one of the maids who helped to move it sat on the pot and piddled; I heard the rattle, and as far as I can recollect it was the first time I noticed anything of the sort, tho I recollect well-seeing women putting on their stockings and feeling the thigh of one of them just above her knee. I was kneeling on the floor at the time and had a trumpet, which she took angrily out of my hand soon afterward because I made a.