I compared her signature on those items with the signatures for items that Stephanie kept in her file. There appeared to be a difference, even to my u...ntrained eye. If these documents had been forged, who would have done it and how could I prove such a thing?Finally I finished my explorations into her personal things. It was a warm early evening in the springtime. I was driving home in my chauffer driven limo with the wine bar in the rear seat. I was feeling the beginnings of a stiffening of my. “Mr. Langham let me take you to your table. Miss will you be keeping your sweater or shall I hang it?” Ashley turned and let John help her slip the super soft grey cashmere sweater off her shoulders and Natasha took it and hung it up. As the hostess led them to the table John assessed Natasha’s body from behind. Natasha had worked at the restaurant for almost five years now. John had often thought of asking Natasha out on a date considering how tall and beautiful she was, a real classic. You work your tongue on my clit so good, only the way that you can. You taste my juices as they run onto your tongue and into your mouth.You swallow them down still loving the taste and go back for more. I am going crazy now moaning out loud with so much pleasure. I have my hands in your hair running them through as I feel your tongue working my pussy over so good. My clit is throbbing under your tongue and I just know I am going to cum soon.I push my pussy up into your face as you lick wanting. When I announced the minute was up, neither could stop at that moment. They were both still coming hard on each other, arms wrapped tightly, for at least another minute before their orgasms were over.Afterward. Tanya gently kissed Jeremy again briefly and told him, “Thank you, that was incredible.” When she stood up, his cum was all over both their stomachs and his legs were covered in pussy juice. She looked over at Kirk and asked him, “Hot enough?” She scurried into the bathroom to clean.