Mitch slid his hand under Bonnie’s shirt and turtleneck and cupped one of her breasts which, to his amazement, was bare. She wasn’t wearing a bra.... ‘Goddd!!!’ Bonnie moaned as thrills raced through her in response to the man’s touch. ‘Oh, Mitch! That feels so nice!’ She’d been ready to make love when he kissed her when they met that afternoon, and was really ready now. Her hands went to his waist, opened his jeans, slid inside them and grasped his cock which, she discovered, was already swollen. I slowed my pace down, and hungrily licked and sucked up all her fluid. I was not done yet, as I wanted to give her more. I carefully remove a finger from each hand that her pussy was clenched onto, and then had them join my little fingers in her ass replacing the two fingers with my thumbs up her slippery fuck hole, and then covered her clit with my mouth and sucked for all I was worth as my hands pounded back and forth. “Yes, yes, fucking yes, I am cumming again babe!” she shouted. Her body. "Why?" I gulped out, my long spear limp on my thigh."Think you may be a spy, they do. Want to find out, get names of others. That's what they told me." She kissed my cheek and lay back, warm and moist. My arm was under her waist, my hand about her broad buttocks."Who does?" I asked when I could get my brain and lungs working together. "Who sicced you on me?" I pulled my arm free since it was going to sleep."Can't tell," she said with a giggle. "Deep, dark secret. They warned me." Oh really," I. Our computer was in the back room so I signed in and went straight into chat with my alter-ego and sent him a message, now I knew his chat name, I waited my heart pounding and my brain begging for a reply, surly my chat proposal popped-up, after all I had installed it and accepted it, then a box appeared, he was typing.Who are you? I laughed, typing in return, you dont remember me, you sent me a photo of yourself, you were drunk or so you said you were, I replied.I could visualize him.