Of the Interior, and Henry Smith, Attorney General, who is also my husband." As I said, I am George Wilson. I represent Trans Worlds Trading Company. ...WT carries on commerce among several parallel universes and a number of planets scattered around the galaxy. We are a private, not a government, organization, and we try to operate in a moral and ethical manner. In fact, my primary responsibility within the company is assuring that we always operate in that way."We propose to set up transport. I wiped off all the liquid from my love hole and positioned myself on the table. He sat on the single sofa. I started fingering my pussy, titillating the clitoris and pulling at the labial walls. In between I was also sucking my own juices by licking the fingers. All the while I was looking straight at him. He too was vehemently shaking and rubbing his cock. Both felt the temperature rising within our bodies. I was making inviting sounds too….ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…. ahhhhhhhhhhhh. "Your cum tastes wonderful."James could do nothing but smile. His cock was starting to decline in a post-orgasmic lull, but when Angie gave his dickhead another gentle kiss, he trembled briefly in response, and he started to rise again. Now it was Angie's turn to smile. Looking up into his eyes, she began a new round of stimulation, taking the head between her lips and running her tongue slowly, wetly around his super-sensitive dome. James could only sigh in response.But James wanted something. I looked closer to see his bulge twitching in his tight little briefs. I stared at his bulge as we shook hands introducing ourselves. He said, “May I make a suggestion on a beverage. Something that will really get your blood boiling. As you can see I had a few cocktails this morning. You two don’t mind walking around horny all day do you.?” We replied, “Bring it on.” And with that he handed us two glasses containing red liquid. “Its called the Spanish Fly.” We both took a sip. I was.