And you coming back to me is against all odds...and that's a chance I'll have to take...so take a look at me now." The final chords faded and I looked... up, smiled and into the microphone said, "Thank you, have a good night folks." As the usual crescendo of applause hit my ears I felt that buzz, that indefinable rush that I always got with performing. Perhaps some people got used to it, but I doubted I ever would. I hoped I wouldn't. I looked around the club and through the smoky haze saw folks. At least we're not strangers. We're friends. And it can be our little secret."Ohhh, I sang as her hand journeyed down to my moist panties."See, you want it just as bad as I do." But..." I lost my train of thought when two pairs of footsteps on our cabin's porch stomped towards our door. Our two roommates ran in the room, complaining.Wendi cried, "My hair! It's all wet! Stupid rain.I can't believe it rained on our party. Ugh."Carrie laughed, "Don't worry. If your color runs, you can always. His lips tighten as he pulls back. My cock pulls from his mouth, looking pale against the tan of his face. I push forward again. His tongue slides against the backside of my cock, smooth, stroking. My hips are working, rocking against that tight mouth. My fingers are latched into his hair as I assault that mouth. His lips suck and pull at me as I thrust in, plundering, pushing against the back of his throat. I hold tight and feel the squeeze from the sides and the pressure on my head. I ache. ’ Keith stepped out and the other agents gathered. Keith introduced Christiana to the team. Christy looked around. It was an unusual group, a make-shift group. No matter, they were a team. Keith walked her to her desk. The team consisted of her and another female, and two guys. One was a portly fellow and the other a tiny Asian American. The female explained to her what they were supposed to be doing. Christy did not even settle in before they got a new case. The FBI and CIA passed their.