She was a clothes horse and the shop owners just loved her. She never checked a price, just picked things out and paid for them. She stayed for dinner...and several times as I cooked, the memory of her touch came back to me. I made some shrimp and chicken shish kabobs with a couple of sauces, and a salad. She had brought more of the wine with us, so I opened one of them and we finished off with a raspberry sorbet parfait. She marveled at my cooking skills and I marveled at her beauty. We went out. It focused, of course, on the ten or twelve minutes I'd been in Golden's office; they'd play a bit of the audio and then ask me what everybody'd been doing at that time, and so on. They had a digital video camera in there, and recorded it all.At the end McDonough again offered me witness protection. I said I'd like to think about it overnight, and he said fine. For the most part it seemed like a pretty good deal; I had no close friends I'd be leaving behind, no relatives I cared a lot about,. The rest of her is in the air feeling my tongue inside her making her burn inside, not even a min passes and she explodes, bursting, making her body shake as it falls on the bed. She feels drained as I clean her up with my tongue and lips tasting, lapping up her juices making her clean, but before I can move back up her body she begins to get wet again. I move my lips back up her body to her breasts groping and sucking each nipple, then back to your lips. Her eyes are closed, mouth is. I was mumbling into her mouth as we kissed again, our lips mashing together. "Fuck you're turned on looking at that teen, aren't you?" I said, one hand sliding up to feel up a big tit. "Haven't seen you so horny in a while."She broke off the kiss to look at me as she breathed hard. She cocked an eyebrow at me, "What, don't YOU think he's pretty fucking hot?" Shut up," I laughed, and pulled her to me, and then down onto me as I fumbled back to sit down on the nearest couch.We fumbled and rubbed.