This morning we stepped off the plane in Lisbon Portugal.”“I am climbing the steps of the palace and government office of Portugal Premier Aleixo ...ordeiro. Just a few weeks ago Ambassador Jones and Vice President of the embassy security division for JBG Vicky Jones survived an assassination attempt at the top of these very steps. The bloody mess created by the attack has all been cleaned. The only reminder is the chips caused by the bullets in the marble and granite.”“Ambassador Jones and Vicky. He had sat to her left, Ian to her right ,the table hiding them from the waist downwards, her hands were on the tabletop holding her glass, his hand strayed to her knee, her dress slid upwards when her knees opened, giving him access. A thick finger probed her sex, she tried to keep her face steady, and to chat to Ian but it was a near impossible task, the slippery glass jar took some retrieving, his thick finger a tight fit as he routed and probed to collect his prize. Finally it slipped into. ” “I know,” I smile back before letting my gaze wander over your body, down to your hips before resting on your steely fuck stick. I pull my shirt up and over my head and as I admire your magnificent glistening erection, I begin to unbutton my jeans. My own erection bursts free as I wriggle out of my underpants. “I need to be naked for you,” I say, shedding the last of my clothes. “You’re crazy!” you reply but, nevertheless you toss your shirt onto the dumpster and push your jeans down to your. Come on; let's go back, it's getting late.What he heard was too weird. He had been unconscious for five days, and he still didn't know what had happened to him. He wanted to go to the village and tell them he is alive, but the feeling that tormented him all day began to amplify. It was thirst like no thirst he had ever felt. He went to a nearby stream he knew and began drinking, but the water only made him thirstier. As he sat there, unsure what to do, he smelt something unknown, something new.