" Yes I know that." Tom said as she looked Chuck straight in the eye.Those sparkling blue eyes the Australian had. Just looking at them madeHiromi.......'Damn it Tom Slater! Start thinking about Gabrielle and forget theAustralian!' Tom tried commanding himself. He truly hoped Gabriellewould be the one to do the debriefing. A day, even a few hours with thebeautiful FBI agent would put Tom Slater back in touch with who hereally was."You do want to go back and make another visit?" Yes of course. I. I steered her towards the gift shop, and we looked at souvenirs, I saw a display of fresh cut flowers, and bought her a bouquet of roses with a vase. As we made our way to the elevator people stared at us like we were newlyweds or something she was just beaming and so was I.We got to her room and went in, we sat on the couch and almost immediately she was kissing me like she was long lost lovers, I placed a hand on her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, she moaned and pressed her self into my. Holding it against my tongue and making it as cold as possible before I get back to what I love. I press the large flat area of my tongue against your hot hole and you gaps for breath from the difference in feeling. The ice is nearly melted by now, and you are soaking wet. A combination of oil, ice, and your juice is slowly leaking out of you and down over your tight little ass as well. I look up over you flat tummy, and ask of you're ready for a finger or two. You whimper out that you. I was getting so fat and lazy - all I wantedto do was eat and watch television. Of course, there's nothing much onduring the day, so I'd watch talk shows, and the shopping networks (toogle the models, of course, though they did have some nice things forsale sometimes that I though Sharon might like), and, of course, soapoperas. I couldn't believe how interesting some of the stories were - Iwould get so engrossed that it made me feel better - took me away frommy problems, I guess.One day, Sharon.