We finished our coffee quite quickly and we both turned to each other. I took her head in my hands and started to kiss her, slowly and gently at first... over her face and lips. Her hands were running over my back and shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscles. I ventured to kiss her deeply and she responded with enough passion to take me slightly aback. After a few deep kisses I kissed down her neck and over the ‘V’ of her chest exposed by her blouse. Hearing nothing but sighs and soft moans. After half an hour or so of this she was limp and drenched in sweat, her hair had become half free, her pussy was soaked and sore, her upper thighs wet with juice. She was laid motionless on the table, legs spread, nipples peeping out from her bra. She looked at me with clouded eyes, half closed, I could see she was wondering – she pointed towards my cock. I smiled, picked up her panties and rubbed the crotch against her cunt, soaking up the juices. Then I freed my cock from my shorts, pressed. "Her pussy milks all his cum in her cervix. He womb is full. She wanted it all in her, and she took it.She falls, limp on his chest. He holds her by her ass cheeks as she comes down. She finally catches her breath. "Oh god. Lee. That was so wonderful. I just got lost completely in the passion. It was so good." It was good for me too baby. Your pussy is so tight. Just like a virgin." I was going to ask you to pull out. I had it all planned out. It was just going to be for one time. You got me so. ‘And? Weren’t you the one kvetching about how everyone wanted to be James Bond? There were no spymasters—’ ‘But he’s a goy.’ ‘No chess players—’ ‘He’s a goy.’ ‘No ‘George Smiley’ types?’ ‘Did I mention he’s a goy?’ The Commander of Mossad took a deep, calming breath. It was something he always did in the old days, right before he shot someone in the head. Darn, and me without my gun. ‘Does it matter?’ ‘Of course,’ Yossi spat. ‘You know it does. We’ve always done things on our own. We get some.