‘Hello mate, what are you doing here …..’ he didn’t give me time to reply, ‘Do you fancy going out for a pint tonight?’ He was a mess and ...ooked as though he had just got up with a hangover from last night, and probably had. ‘I’m not being seen anywhere with you, you scruffy dung heap!’ I laughed and punched him playfully on the arm. ‘I can’t go out tonight … family evening… you know. Anyway I’m not here to talk about getting pissed with you I came to see your mum…is she in?’ ‘Yeah, she’s out. . let me make some calls tomorrow. I think I can clear my decks by next Friday." Friday is good if you can make next Friday a definite departure date tomorrow. We'll fly from here to New York City and spend a day there shopping. From the Big Apple, we'll fly directly to London, and without deplaning, fly on to Cairo. Jet lag will hit us like a heavy brick, so we'll rest for a day. That'll give you three days for archeological fun and games, and I'll need a day for our visit to Al Badeia Stud,. David quickened this fucking motion that I was a bit caught by surprise by it -- so did YSL. I so loved the ride -- it was as if I was being fucked too. YSL began to moan and after the intermittent quick thrusts, he melted onto the couch.In a while I would feel David withdraw and going to YSL for a blowjob. It was there that we changed positions again -- me back in the sofa lying on my back, feet dangling. This time it was David on me and YSL on David -- both of them in in all fours again, but. ," I said, flipping my ID open so he could see it, "Special Agent Dominique Spencer, FBI Las Vegas; I believe you already know Phoebe."He didn't answer, simply nodded an acknowledgment and turned his attention back to the girl. He was obviously shocked to see her, but still...She didn't even return his gaze; much less speak to him. Granted, I didn't know her, but it still struck me as being out of character. I'm not sure what I had expected, but so far this whole thing was a study in.