I arrived at the airport at least an hour before the flight. Partly habit, but partly nerves, I have to admit. I didn’t really know how I was going ...o do with this, didn’t know what to say. All I knew is that I had to be there. Some weird logic told me that it was supposed to be me returned from far away, an injured warrior returning to a loving friend. Not her. I had made it through two tours in the Gulf. I came back with a purple heart. I reached out for a friend who’d been hit by shrapnel. I made sure to swallow every bit of his hot cum. Jacob lifted my face to his and kissed my hard. I felt his hands reach the top of my shorts as he unbuttoned them. He pulled my shorts down then my panties, which had a very large wet spot on them. As I lay down on the couch, Jacob began to gently kiss my stomach, then my thighs. I begged him to keep going. Finally, he reached my slit. His fingers slowly trailed up and down, driving me crazy. At last, Jacob inserted a finger into my soaking wet. Jordan felt that now was the time to do something a bit unexpected, and show Clyda just how determined and talented she really was. Clyda pushed her cock down Jordan's throat in another long thrust. Jordan focused all of her will and concentration, and constricted her throat muscles as tightly as she could on Clyda's cock. "My god!" exclaimed Clyda. "What do you think you're doing down there?" Jordan was gripping Clyda's cock with her throat almost like a vise now, and milking Clyda's. There was a scooped front with some pearls. Plus, a hint of surprisingly ample cleavage. But the part that almost stroked me out was the face.She normally doesn’t wear much makeup. So I had no idea what a beauty she could turn herself into. But she was going into the City now. So she was firing for effect. She had done those gorgeous eyes. And their impact alone would have been sufficient to pea-green kill me. But her lips are world-class and she had brought them to the forefront. They are so.