I can never remember being as wet as this.I gave in to temptation and called Pip into the room. He sheepishly walked back in, his head held low, and l...ooking at me with his sad sorrowful eyes.I called him across, and holding out my hand let him sniff it, after a couple of sniffs, he put out his tongue and licked my hand. I moved my hand nearer to my pussy, Pip followed it until my hand was pushed against my pussy. I moved my hand, and Pip licked my cunt. The feeling of his long wet tongue on my. However, she wasn't being too subtle, because now instead of rubbing me through my pants, she was rubbing me through her skirt! Despite my fear of being caught, or perhaps because of it, I felt my cock surging again under the teen girl's hands.When her mother turned her head to make sure we were paying attention, Samantha hid my cock with a flick of her skirt. Samantha's mother she saw that her daughter had moved. "What are you doing Samantha? I don't think Aaron can see with you sitting. Occasionally I did do a few things on my computer.I looked over all the State Department daily alert reports. There was no mention of Haamid or any incidents in Morocco. Libya - on the other hand - had page after page. ISIS was wreaking havoc in Tripoli. There was no mention of Murzuq or the training camp.When I looked back at the boys, they were both wide awake but quiet. I guess they were studying me as I had been them; then they began to get fussy.They started tensing up and their little. Then in again! This time further than before. Stretchingme to ecstasy once again. He slid back to the starting point once again."Is this OK for you?" he whispered."Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't stop!" I breathed.He slid in again, deeper and deeper. I was about to cry out as thethicker part of his shaft forced its way deeper inside me, but now I felthis body pressing against me. He was fully inside me, pressing his bodyclose to mine, holding me close, gripping my hips and holding his thrustup deep.