Stopped the prostate massage and then jumped on the table with her legs spread over mine. She placed the towels to cover the area around my cock. She ...massaged my cock with oil and kept smiling at me. She rubbed around the area with the other hand under the towel and held my nuts while I had an orgasm. It shot across the room and onto the floor. She got off and cleaned the floor up and me. She opened my legs and rubbed the area under my nut sack again. She applied more cream and rubbed the area. When we went back from the shower back to the bed, I could already feel the cool feeling Frank had described. I realized he was right. We fell close to the bed. We lay naked as we were in the bunk. My cock was still rock hard - Frank's cock as well.He leaned towards me - his eyes were full of lust. Our lips approached, and immediately our tongues went into the explorer's mouth. Kissing, his lips went down my body. He licked my nipples and sucked on my nipples, which hardened during his touch. "You might say that it's obvious as hell." Without a warning, she reached over and touched the bulge in his trousers. "Like so." The contact created the same result in his loins as a match struck in a gasoline-vapoured chamber. She left her hand, not teasing him, not caressing... merely resting her fingers on the throbbing cloth lump created by his desire. Sally's eyes were locked on his face; the intensity of her glance was something he could feel. She seemed to be asking silent questions --. Bobbing my head up and down, “Mmm.”Much as I’d like to go directly at Hugh Macklin, I’d learned from Matt Striker that attacking the head could be counterproductive. Miss the target, and you’ve alerted him. Smarter, tougher people could be brought in as extra protective layers.The New Jersey raid had missed the target, but Hugh Macklin himself had not been mentioned in the warrant. Was he aware of it? Of course; the man is a brilliant tactician. For now, he seemed content to let underlings.