I couldn't believe it, he had cum three times. My pussy was full of his cum and my bed was a mess.Wesley was soaking wet with sweat this time. I held ...my arms around his neck and he leaned down and planted a huge wet kiss on my mouth. I could feel the sweat dripping off his body and landing on mine.We were both trying to catch our breath as I looked up at Wesley and saw the way he was looking at me. He leaned down and kissed me again and talked softly into my ear."I don't think I can get enough. To prove he’s on the job.”Wexler did receive three consecutive electronic deposits — $9,500 per month. I made a note to do two things — be at that Stockman bank in Billings when the next payment could be due. It was a long-shot, but Wexler might show. Probably not, but I had a Wexler-itch. An urge to be doing something, anything.Second, I’ll set up some sort of surveillance on Greta Gunther’s new attorney. Hired after Bob Randolph had been disbarred and dumped in the graybar hotel.I went. “Just relax while I get acquainted with your body and then you can do mine.Starting with his ears, her fingers, lips, and tongue explored him more thoroughly than even his mother had done. He was fascinated with the process. As she reached his groin, she even did things with his testicles in her mouth he’d never thought of. Finally, when his erection was about to explode, she took it in her mouth and her tongue set it off. When he finished she swallowed and gave him a kiss without tongue.“Now. Spencer leant against the side of his silver Mercedes SUV and took a sip of coffee from his insulated mug. He always made sure to watch until his daughter had gone up the steps and disappeared into the building. Amy was the closest reminder he had to his late wife Kirstin. It had been also six years since they had lost her in a car accident and he still missed her every day. Amy was growing up to be more and more like her mother with every passing year. The similarities were stinging at.