So I did what any good reporter would do... I went right up to the biggest and scariest guy and asked him what his flight was like and if he was he ex...ited to be in the states. He was very tall maybe 7'4, like duck or hit your head on the door frame tall, and thickly built with big arms and legs (Feet and Hands).. I won't lie my panties were already getting wet when he responded with a very deep voice in almost perfect English, "My flight was nice and I've always dreamed about visiting the. He moves back to the side but closer. Almost like he wants to inspect my pussy closer. I see him lean down. His face is maybe 8 inches away from my crotch. I hear and feel an intake of air. He is finding out what I smell like. He is breathing in my scent. If I wasn't wet before I am now. I wonder if he has noticed my nipples have gotten hard? He stands up and I can see a huge lump in his shorts. Is that his cock? Have I turned him on again? It looks very big. He backs away some more. I can't. It doesn't matter what I do for a living, let's just say I was supervising him.Part of the supervision was to take him out once a week for a community supervision. That is, I met him somewhere and we'd go for a coffee and a chat. I'd talk to him to see what he was up to, advise - or tell him off - and if things were really bad with him (for example if he had been looking for young boys) advise him that I needed to discuss it with the relevant authorities. However, to his credit, he was never. I have to see it in your eyes. I'm coming over."I could tell I wasn't going to win this argument; I thought a second, remembered mom hadn't left yet. I covered the mouth piece and called, "Aunt Jennifer, can Todd come over for breakfast?" Two milliseconds later she was leaning against my doorway in a silken housecoat looking strangely at me and cooing, "Certainly, dear, but we'll need at least an hour to fix the table for him." Well, she figured that in one hour we could prepare me, her and.