As we continued to tongue fuck each others mouth, I pushed her against the back of the sofa, as I slid between her thighs, pushing my sopping wet hole...against hers, pressing my titties to hers, her rock hard nipples boring into mine. Every where her tongue touched, my nerve endings exploded like star bursts of horny need. Slowly I pulled her down on the floor in front of the sofa. Twisting around I straddled her face and lowered my mouth to waiting lips. Sliding my tongue between them working. Fiona thought the house actually felt more like home now that she had Damian secretly living there with her. It was almost like having a second husband, but those thoughts and feelings confused her. She didn't even want one husband; why would she want two?When Sean was home, it only served to heighten her constant state of arousal and need. She never seemed to keep her panties dry for long before they became soaked. Part of that was because she never knew when Damian might suddenly just stab. "I'm a history research specialist. Since we dealmostly with dead people and past events, we are trained to look forexplanations to puzzles. Also, my uncle is a locksmith. I spent acouple of summers working with him and I was the only one with patienceenough to get some of the really stubborn locks open." She looked up atPat and said, "This lock was not forced."A flustered Patrick tried to use humor as a way to apologize forunderestimating this fascinating woman. "Sherlock, are you sure. Why was I not furious about being kept naked, but knowing it was normal. My mind was conflicting and if I wasn’t focusing on why, then ‘why’ didn’t matter as much. If I really concentrated on things, I would realize it was the hypnosis and triggers implanted during what I thought was a dental exam. Why was I not concerned about my family and protecting them instead of hoping they present themselves well for the sake of us finding someone to buy our debt. Why is it becoming so important to me? I.