She kissed down and back up the shaft before taking the head between her lips and tonguing it. As she performed, I told her that she was good. She was...! For as little experience as she admitted to, she was excellent. I stopped her before she drove me over that edge, however. I wanted to taste the treasure I'd smelled second-hand in the basement.I took her shoulders and lay her back. I kissed her and slid my tongue into her mouth. My hands, meanwhile, were toying with her big tits. I stuck my. I stare into her eyes, watching her as I force my tongue into her wet willing mouth.She tastes of spearmint and lipstick as my mouth covers hers. My hands drop to unfasten the remaining buttons. Pulling the red cotton out of her black skirt. Unpeeling her like an orange, revealing her soft inviting core. The blouse hangs open as the zip is quickly pulled down. She holds still as I push the fabric over her ass cheeks to let it fall.I can feel her tights haven’t been pulled back up since I. Beyond that, we’ve also identified dozens of financial crimes, and millions of dollars in graft and straight out theft. Less certain, we’ve also identified what we think are several connected murders, although those are a bit murkier.”“Ok. And what do we do with all that? How do we use that to take them down? Do we just slip it to that reporter Deep Throat style?”“No,” Carter said with a head shake. “At least not now. That would generate scandal and public attention, but isn’t guaranteed to. "You can take my word on it." I know," she smirked. Then, pulling me to lean closer, she whispered in my ear. "Just curious as to the colour."A few seconds later, I was rushing down the hall alongside my brother, listening to him complain about how lucky I was. Dave had been stuck with the hairy, 300-pound beast, whom I suspected hadn't been nearly as gentle -- or half as exciting. More than that, though, I was pretty sure he'd have been a lot less discreet too. So, for that reason alone, I.