"I apologise, Sergeant Desmond. I thought that paper was your report." I told him it was a letter home. "Is it important? It takes well over a week fo... a letter posted here to get to the UK."I nodded. "Yes, it is very important." Give me it and I'll put a Foreign Office stamp on the envelope, and then stick it in the Diplomatic Pouch that is sent to London each night. It will get posted on as soon as it reaches the UK."I thanked him warmly, and handed him the envelope with the Plaistow address. I own a medium size business and she was an accountant working for a big firm in town here. Lately , she had mentionne a few tim a girl friend of hers at work whose husband let her go out on her own and pick-up and screw guys .Except for mentionning that this was no way to run a marriage i did not pay any attention to it . She kept bringing it up to the point where it annoyed me a bit . so i asked one evening after she was on that again -". My hands smoothed down her waist to her knicker line, where line, as she thrust back towards me. Reaching her hips I ran my fingers to the knicker line around her legs, finding that beautiful crease between leg and groin, running my fingers along it on both legs right down to her pussy and beyond. Up and down the crease I moved, never actually touching her pussy, but close enough for her to try and wriggle to get me close.“You’re gonna have to beg for that my little sweet” I whispered in her. ‘Excuse me, is this one open?’ he said as politely as he could muster. ‘Sure,’ the man said, stepping into the aisle to allow him to pass. ‘Be my guest.’ Jay nodded at his courtesy, feeling embarrassed that he was so ungracious about the couple’s affection for each other. He squeezed past the woman and sat down, trying to look anywhere but at them. ‘Is this your first time to Dallas?’ a sweet, feminine voice asked. Jay turned and took a moment to evaluate her. She was younger than he.