‘Well, maybe I can arrange for the trait not to passed on.’ I said with a smile. ‘I could just cut your throat while you are sitting there. None...of the sheep in this town would life a finger to stop me.’ he said. ‘Well, I’m just a visitor, but trust me I have a 9mm Glock under the table. It is pointed at your heart,’ Mike said with a quiver in his voice. ‘And I, Blain, have a 410 gauge shotgun slug from a Derringer for you, if you make such a stupid move,’ I informed him. ‘Once you are dead. I told Steve you had a layover and he said he’d book the room and if you didn’t show up he would so it wasn’t wasted, and wow, now you’re actually here.” She stammered. Tim enveloped her in his arms and gently kissed her lips. “Quiet baby, it’s OK. Yes I’m here for the night. The plane had issues and they were putting me up in the hotel anyway.” As his arms enveloped her, Emma began to relax. Hearing Tim’s voice for the first time, her pussy quivered and trembled more than reading his words. The man was gorgeous! Six foot six inches tall with collar length blond hair and ice blue eyes, a strong firm chin covered in a stubble beard, he had a face she could stare into for hours. He wore a three piece Ralph Lauren business suit, impeccably tailored, and he filled it out wonderfully, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the kind of tush that tempted her to grab onto it! "Yes, I was wondering if you have a book... 'The Lost World' by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?" he asked.Emily stood. I'm Mike and this is my friend Brent," I introduced us. The four of us spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. Kim played volleyball and wanted to be on the American Olympic team in the future. Her fall back was working in computers. I was into martial arts and computers as well, though I wanted to be an author. Amy loved a****ls and wanted to be a veterinarian, while Brent also loved a****ls but wanted to be a chef. Around one o'clock the rain came back. By this point, we coupled.