Her eyes focused on the picture, her finger tips rubbing her clit quickly. Her phone fell from her grasp as she clamped her hand over her mouth as gas...ps of pleasure escaped her mouth. Her playing hand alternating now between her clit and sliding deep into her wet pussy. As the waves of pleasure rippled through her body, her finger frantically working her clit she surprised herself and squirted on the floor.Sophie quickly cleaned herself up and got back to the office, she had a lunch time. “I believe this is the first such formal meeting of its kind. I’m Mark Kent O’Connell and will act as chairman for this meeting.“Opposite me at the West table are my Wives and our Daughters plus their Husbands. Seated on the North side of the Glen are the representatives of the Boston Council, and two representatives from a Kansas group. You’ll pardon me, but I was never informed of your group’s actual name,” Dad finished.A tall, broad shouldered man rose from the far end of the Boston. ”Dad was watching the news, when I came out and handed him the twelve pages I had printed off. He started to read it, then immediately got Deana on the phone. And a few minutes later he told me she was on her way. “Dad, it’s late. Why is she coming here this late on a Thursday night?”“Son, I told her I just read the most amazing article you had ever written, and it was twelve pages long. I offered to have it faxed over tomorrow, but she insisted on seeing it tonight. She will be here in about. "She relaxed again as I thumbed her nipple and it hardened. I ducked down and licked and sucked it, moving my hand to her thigh; she hummed in her throat.Gently pressing her onto her back, I began kissing my way down her body. Not wanting to neglect her breasts, I held one in each hand, stroking and squeezing. My tongue tickled her navel and she giggled.As I reached her mons, I took my hands from her breasts, and followed the contours of her body, down her sides, her hips, her thighs. I took a.