The running water runs over his shoulders, sliding down his stomach ending at the base of his dick.He picked me up and held me against the wall, I whi...sper against his ear, “Fuck me papi, please.” My hand runs over his shoulder and down his back as he kisses me passionately, I feel his dick enter my wet cunt.He starts slowly, building me up to a climax. We break the kiss and he looks into my eyes, I can see the lust he has for me. I don't want this moment to end, I tell him to put me down so I. Okay, just think of him like he’s just some college kid.I drop to my knees slowly as he looks down at me smiling.“My, my, aren't you an interesting girl.”He takes his hand and gently rubs my face softly. He looks down, groaning as he looks at all of me.“And I thought you were an innocent one,” he smirks, grabbing my face softly. “Come up here, cutie.”He lifts up my face, kissing me sweetly, lustfully, as I close my eyes, enjoying every second, making my heart race. Oh, my god. I’m kissing my. That kicked off the discussions again. Still, I had been seriously thinking about why this group had been formed, during this last week. The government had screwed with two of us a lot, and we got together, to protect people like us, from them.At the same time, were we also protecting the government and the public from others with abilities like ours? Had we assumed the roll of the 'talent police'? Like it or not, we had. Now we had to act, or we were just a joke.We had gone to a lot of trouble. Pretty quickly she came back with "I think you have the wrong number" and a crying laughing emoji- so at least I had her intriuged. I texted back "Nice one, don't try and wind me up" and she obviously came back insisting she wasn't. I gave it the old "I must have written it down wrong" and she was laughing saying perhaps she had deliberately given me the wrong number to brush me off. Anyway the ice was broken and we started chatting.I was still in touch with hubby and was keeping him up to date.