Official Secrets Act. Ok?" Then he broke into a language with lots of gutturals, glottal stops and spitting. Soon they were sitting in the salon with ...their heads together and their hands flying.Grace and I were forgotten. Which was Ok..."Official Secrets Act?" Grace whispered.I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders, "Bergqvist?"Neither life had anything like this, Daddy was 4F, worked at Melling Drop Forge at night and lawyered during the day ... or so he said.Or so he said!What the. Now, he was ready to lick me some more."Baby doll, you got a nice little ass on you," he said. "Come over here and let me put some money in that g-string you're wearing."Like a girl in a strip club accepting tips from a customer, I danced over to my handsome trucker, shaking my ass and dickie good for him while I did. He was holding out a one dollar bill and I was feeling so sexy dancing up to him in my sexy lingerie. When a man puts money in a striper's little g-string, his big fingers are so. Mallory settled into a bean bag chair, leaning back with her legs stretched out and spread apart. Bob was sure she didn't intend to present a delectable ... fuckable ... picture, but she did. He saw Lucy frown at her, but no admonition about sitting like a lady was forthcoming.Things might have been entirely different had anyone known that, while Mallory was lying there in her negligent pose, her fertilized egg was in the process of implanting itself in her uterine wall. By the next morning,. Karen stood under the water with her blouse on, nothing else, just the blouse. I could see that there was no bra, the blouse looked almost transparent, Karen turned around slowly. My cock reacted instantly, the blouse showed her breasts magnificently, the material clung to every inch of them, her nipples pushed against the blouse. I reached out to touch them, as I did Karen dragged me into the shower, we kissed hard and fast and as we did, her hands fumbled with my belt. Without stopping the.