I feel her going faster, and faster until I can screaming and bucking my hips with the powerful orgasm that comes only after a minute or two. She cont...nues to lick me though until I have calmed, and she removes her fingers. They are sparkling with my bodily juices, and she sucks them clean.She kisses me, letting me taste my own cum. 'My turn," she says, and lowers her wet underwear...TO BE CONTINUED...NOW IM GOING TO WRITE RANDOM LETTERS TO GET TO. She only had small titties, 30a, but her nipples were huge, she always laughed when her mates said you could hang coats of them.God this girl was good, she was alternating between licking her clit and then sliding her tongue up her friends hole. I wish that was my cunt she thought.Then she rememberd the message a guy had sent her this morning. He was old to her, around 50. He had offered his face for her own personal use, nothing expected in return he had said. He just wanted to go down on a. Her instinct was a gag reflex. She pulled Jim’s massive phalanx out and coughed. “Try again,” Jim instructed, this time breathe through your nose. Janice slipped her mouth back over Jim’s tool and this time, she took in a deep breath, before deep throating him. “Oh! My! Gawd!” Jim exclaimed in three distinct syllabic words. Janice peered up for approval. “Grab my balls!” Jim pleaded. Janice lightly massaged Jim’s balls in her free hand. He showed her his g-spot, just under the lip of his. “This guy you’re after works at the Embassy?” Callie asked, fidgeting in her seat.I nodded.“Do you know where he lives?”I nodded.“Then, why are we here?”“I need to make sure he’s in town.”“Why don’t you call him?” Callie asked, a reasonable question.“I don’t want him on alert. There!” I pointed at a mid-thirties man, well dressed, short brown hair well coifed, clean-shaven. Russell Kirk. Officially Press Officer for the Embassy. Unofficially, the Paris CIA liaison.Starting the car, we eased.