"My gut feeling says that Barocca, or one of her group is behind all of this," said Dee Dee. "Right now, I don't have any proof, or any way to tie any...of this together. But logically, who else has any kind of reason to operate behind everyone's back in secret, and try to stir things up like this?" "You're right," admitted Clyda. "I think that the deeper we dig into this, the less we're going to like it. So what's the next step?" "I want to go with my gut feeling, and get a look at the port. It was an odd week when we didn't exchange at least a couple of emails. They filled the time between when we could meet, and over time, she began to refer to me as "a friend" and the two of us exchanged more details of our lives. We'd meet for sex at least once a month, sometimes twice, as even while I was working, finding $200 to spare for an hour with her wasn't easy. But the emails kept coming no matter whether we'd just met, or where planning to get together, or if we just wanted someone to. She pressed herself against my face and she sucked my dick hard.I liked her pussy and asshole together. There was not even a single hair on her body. The room was filled with moans and groans only. I didnt know for how long we ate each other. She again exploded in my mouth and while doing so she facesit me and I hungrily opended my mouth to take every drop of it. She rubbed her face over my mouth and I was licking every corner of her pussy. She rode my face for a good time and again she went. Her dark brown head dropped to kiss my nipples whilst her fingers slipped inside my open jeans to rub my penis up and down outside my shorts. I placed my hand on hers."Don't masturbate me or I'll cum too soon. I want to enjoy being touched. Use the ends of your fingers," - then added provocatively, " or your tongue."She didn't need a second invitation and ran her little, dart-like tongue down my chest and over my stomach until it reached the top band of my pants. Here it met the tip of my.