Marcus moaned. Amber took more into her mouth and pressed her tongue against his dick as she tighten her lips around it. Marcus moaned again louder an... mutter something that sounded like it had the words, “suck”, “good”, and “bitch”, in it. It turned her on more. Amber took Marcus as deep in her mouth as she could and then backed out. Marcus looked down and marveled at the hot married woman that was sucking his cock in the corner of a parking lot. It was dreamlike. He reached down and grab her. The evening involved another wonderful dinner. Pepin brought me filet mignon, a tiny but rich mushroom casserole, asparagus, and a lovely Cabernet. I again had a flash of Karen but this time not in the throes of orgasm. This time I was reminded of the nasty weather she was likely enduring back home. I felt rather smug at first but then the empty chair across the table brought back the loneliness that now never seemed more than a moment away. Pepin did a good job of keeping my wineglass full. A couple of small private planes had taken off. Evidently they could see well enough to find the end of the runway and could rely on their instruments to keep them on the right path up through the fog. But the few big planes already at the airport would not risk taking off through the fog. David was stuck at the airport.David’s flight wasn’t technically cancelled. It was delayed. He could see his plane through the windows of the boarding lounge. It was right there. If the small planes could. I had my suspicions and now that we were back in the US, decided to pursue one or two of them. I called my number one suspect, Ray Ford, and told him I was alive and well and needed a place to stay for a day or two while I had some 'personal' things to attend to. I would take the silence on the phone to mean only one thing. He knew that I knew that he had been involved."Why don't you stay here 'buddy'? I have to be gone a day or two myself so there is plenty of room. Laura will 'take good care'.