He suggested I dab a bit on a cracker and eat that, which I guess is how they do it in Senegal. I ended up with something the size of my thumbnail on ...the cracker, and it probably took me two hours before I could taste anything again. There for a while I thought it had burned the taste buds right off of my tongue. I use it to season a pot of chili now, and all I do is dip the spoon in it and then stir the chili.But that really would be cruel. And most of the others were of the variety that would. She lowered herself down and gave me a cheeky smile. Judy was a natural bottom in the bedroom, but she enjoyed the rare moments when I gave her the illusion of being on top.And my God, I loved her sweet cunt. I loved the smell of her! Unlike my own sweaty snatch, she was squeaky clean and, on top of her natural womanly scent, she smelt faintly of the outdoors. I pulled her further onto me, and kissed her pussy lips with my own, savouring the taste, the aroma, and the stickiness that betrayed. . FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!!" She had one hand on her hip, one leg off to the side, standing hipshot."Now I'm ready to discuss it Uncle Bob". she said in a husky voice.She began walking toward him as he lay there frozen, hand still gripping his rigid cock.The world took on an unreal quality for Bob. He squeezed his cock to keep stuff from bubbling out of the tip. That would be embarrassing if she saw that, wouldn't it?He stared hungrily at her almost naked body. She was a knockout in that outfit. A. Good. You have to know what we are. ‘Our role changed a little as the world changed. Our work became much more related to the economic power of nations. We were involved in industrial espionage, we brought down governments for no reason other than they stood in the West’s way and we conducted terrorism on a scale our enemies could never have thought of.’ His beer was finished. There was more to the story, but he needed another. It feels good to tell someone. Dickhead, she won’t understand..