Dianne... ? Kye watched in excited fascination as she sucked her lips up off its tip, then began to lick at it hungrily with her wetly moistened tongu...e, brushing and washing it all over up from his belly to the bottom of its head glistening and sticking out like a ripened plum from its pulled-back foreskin. This was not tike the hustling bitches in Saigon! She was doing it not for money, but to please him and to make her own self happy! He could see that in the lustful expression greedily. As she kissed my vagina softly.. stroking my curls.stroking.. finger fucking me deeper deeper harder. ‘ hush..’ as the pressure grew between my legs. Lips dove to my breasts nibbling. Me. Pulling my nipple tight.kissing my nipple slow..kissing my breast and caressing it. My breast grew hard. In her touch. ‘Relax’ as she carresed my vagina and breast. Nibbling my nipple with love bites. Massaging my vagina slowly... rubbing..rubbing...opening me wide..caressing between my legs.. as her kiss. Woh madmast ho ke apni gaand hila hila ke mera lund apne bur mein le rahi thi. Main uski gaand ko dekh ke pagal hua ja raha tha aur fir main uski gaand ko jhapad marne laga. Woh dard se ‘aaha aaha’ ki awaz nikal rahi thi. “Sahab dheere maaro meri gaand par mujhe dard ho raha hai.”Maine usko pyaar se kaha, “Raani maza aa raha hai na?” Woh sharmaa ke dheere se boli haan. Maine usko puccha, “Tera pati tujhe chodta nahi hai kya?”Woh boli, “Aap ko kaise pata chala? Mera marad ek number ka sharabi. "How long?" he asked."Long enough that it's not going to sit well with your bosses," I said. "I remember you telling me they thought you were getting too chummy with me. They won't be happy about extended philosophical discussions, especially on agency time. So we probably shouldn't have them over your dedicated line, which I'm sure is automatically tapped, right?"He shrugged acknowledgment."Call us back, at your convenience," I said. "Any line, just dial my old cell number. It's not listed any.