I think. I'm not really sure. Things have gotten a bit confusing since 9/11. All this `sharing of resources'. My specialty is computers. Or, to be blu...nt, hacking and viruses. I got my start as a smart-ass high school kid who hacked into an ancient Federal main frame. I guess I was butt-ass lucky. Since I fixed the whole I climbed through, sent them an e-mail explaining how I did, and gave them my phone number in case they had questions, they offered to go easy on me.Well 'easy on me' was, I. . stop that..." I groaned, while grinning at our deception.We continued to explore each other's bodies with our fingers and hands while kissing and making the occasional moan or comment for the girls outside.I had been attempting to keep my hands to myself, but then Heather boldly placed my hand on her pussy."Please," she asked.I slowly dipped a finger between the folds of her pussy, this time causing an honest moan to involuntarily escape her lips.Heather pulled away panting."Shit, I almost. Main tumhe hug karna chhata hu, tumhe kiss karna chhata hu aur tumhe chhodna chata hun. Usne kahah main jaanti hu bhaiya ki tum mujhe chhodna chahte ho, aur main bhi tumse chudvana chhahte hun. Jaisa jee me aaye karo. Bus phir kya thaa. Maine oose apne bahon main liya aur apna mukh khol ke uske dono hoton ko apne mukh main daba liya aur bahut der tak main uske hoton ko chusta raha. Phir main uske gaal aur gardan chumne laga. Phir maine uske saaree utari and apne dono haath uske gaand pe rakhke. He had big hands with big thumbs. That was promising.One of those hands had crept inside my top and was massaging a boob when there was a quiet rap on the door.“Room service,” a voice said.“Come on in,” Alan called out, and I heard the passkey zip the door. Alan didn’t remove his hand from my breast until the waiter had wheeled the cart into the narrow kitchen. The waiter was a blond teenager wearing a slightly too-large white jacket. He set the champagne bucket and two crystal flutes on the.