Every time I push it in, I must be hitting something that turns the faucet on and cum is spraying from my pussy. At last it's done, I remove the glass... toys from their holes and quickly wash them, rinse myself and towel off.I go in the closet and attempt to figure out what to wear. I rummage through the skirts but I'm not feeling any of them. I open my top panty drawer and there is a new skirt. "Hubby has got to be in on this," I think as I pull the skirt out."I guess this is the one," I think. I did notice a large cock outline in his pants, as I zipped up and walked to the sinks. "What's your question" I said, "Do you need help with that cock?," he said "lifting his eyebrows and looking at my crutch". "What's sort of help?" I said. "Stress relief" the boy said, "Massage" I said "Of sorts" the boy said. "Where" I said, eyebrows up with the shoulders this time, "over there" he said, pointing to the disabled stall. "OK" I said and he took my hand and led to the stall, quickly before. No one was pointing weapons at me that I could see. The suspended Christians were paying the CIA woman's womanhood a lot of attention. Speedboats had started arriving five minutes ago, with many more on the way. So far I'd been turning their engines off whenever they got within three hundred horizontal feet of us, then picking up the boat so it was five feet out of the water, turning it sideways, and putting it down again. Some of them had gotten the hint the first time, but those that. She looked me in the eye and I knew she was turned on at the sight of my scantily clad body in the sexy underwear. She pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel her hands sliding slowly down the satin material, over my breasts and down to my waist. She pushed her body against mine as she moved the tiny black thong to one side so she could get right at my soaking wet pussy. As she rubbed two fingers over my swollen clit I gasped as a tingle of.