"You must have thought about this a lot." No, not really. It just sort of all came together just now. In a way what I saw of Alena's experience with s...curity clearances and programming may have prompted it. Her project there could have been done in weeks, if it weren't for the security games being played." You're right about security games," said Kelly. "Too many times security is used to hide things like mistakes, errors in judgment, poor implementation and the like. The political gamesmanship. ’ ‘No, no, it’s fun sometimes. Besides, dear, even if I won’t have a committed relationship with you, I know sex with you and love making with you is special for me, and I want it to be special for you, too, and better with me than with anyone else. ‘And, Joe dear, you have some unfinished business with me right now. You can use that vibrator, or whatever part of you is still working, but right now I’m climbing walls. . .’ I leaned over her. ‘I want to watch, too,’ she muttered, slipping a. Her butt, still framed by her garter belt, in the air. Jeff had mounted her and was fucking her, dog fashion. It seemed as if they still had a way to go, so Sandy and I went into the kitchen and I mixed a couple of drinks. ‘This will get the taste out of your mouth,’ I said. ‘But I don’t want the taste out of my mouth,’ she said. ‘I like the taste of the stuff. Do all men taste the same?’ I shrugged. We took our drinks back into the living room and sat cuddled up on the couch, watching Jeff and. Suddenly, she was oh so still; the calm before the storm I call it, then she shook like a tree in the monsoon, screaming her pleasure as the waves washed over her body. I held on to her, prolonging the orgasm with well placed tongue kisses, drinking her nectar, reveling in the power I had over her body. Her ankles knotted behind my head, so tightly that I could feel the little spasm of her pussy muscles as they desperately tried to wring every extra second of orgasm from her body. My head was.