I kissed her and licked the sweat off of her young, smooth neck. She was beautiful, panting, her heart beating through the thick flesh of her tits.I r...olled her over on her back, stopping halfway to kiss and lick her beautiful ass cheeks and asshole. When I got her on her back, I bent her legs in half at the knee and plunged my face into her cunt, separating the long folds of her pussy with my fingers and licking them in long passes with my tongue, ringing her clit, making my daughter/slut gasp,. I can definitely give a good licking.I he;d her legs apart and moved in. Her lips were still tight, no protruding inner labia.She moaned as I licked around her inner and outer lips. I slowly moved in and gave her clitoris some action."Oh yes that's what I need" she exclaimedI kept it up and sometimes gave her cute little anus some tongue action.She loved that and started thrusting her hips into my face.Soon she started moaning and squeezing her legs around my head. She then moaned loudly and. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. Now that put a completely different light on this whole picture.' He thought. His analytical mind then bent to the task of listing the questions this new Intel raised: '1: How did the IL group know the HS fast mover's Cell number?' ... By the time he hit question fifty-three, he found himself bemoaning the fact that his NSA division had no 'boots-on-the-ground', and never would. NSA was based on SIGINT, not HUMINT. 'God, what I wouldn't give for some 'on-the-scene' reports. Who do I know that.