But instead of a cock in my pussy, what I got was a long wet tongue licking it. That, and the shock of my young life when I looked through my legs and... realized that the tongue belonged to one of Pete's Chesapeakes, Germanicus.I know I should be embarrassed to admit it, but the thought of "no" never crossed my mind. Instead, I started to cum again as soon as I realized what they had in store for me. To the sound of their howls and laughter I actually spread my knees apart even wider and arched. I purred and held his head tight to my breast –needing his mouth on it so much. He suckled my breasts – one after the other and began moving his hand slowly down my stomach to my wet love box. His hand stopped at the top of my mound playing with the little hairs there – driving me insane with desire. I was making these little noises as the tension was building up. He moved his hand lower but still not touching me. I cried out trying so hard to move my hips so his fingers would finally connect. I think we both fell in love about a year after the whole thing started, and we fell hard. We moved in to some off-campus housing together and really made a go at it. I suppose I convinced myself that everything was fine, I was walking on clouds after all I felt so happy. But no illusion lasts forever, and that’s exactly what Chloe and I were, an illusion. My dreams came crashing down to land somewhere around my feet when I came home one day to find Chloe in our bed with a man, fucking him. Mike's dislike for the man could lead to his death, and by extension, Abby's." But you know Franks, Duck," Tim interrupted. "If we all approach him, tell him what to do and how to run his team and the op, he'll balk and dig himself further into his stubborn hole." You're right," Tony said quietly. "Who is the most non-threatening of us? Abby ... or you, McGee." I would think Ducky would be," Ziva offered. "He has worked with Franks the longest. It should not be Abby. He would only view her.