Can't this mission wait a bit?"Beatrice stared at Paul with an expression that, for the first time since the couple first met, suggested something oth...r than undying love and affection. Then she smiled seductively. "If you don't come, I'll have to go without you," she said teasingly.Paul knew when he was beaten. "Then I guess we ought to prepare to leave," he said with resignation.The last few months on Earth had been just as chaotic and unplanned as all the months before, but Paul had finally. Her pussy was sore anyway and she didn’t think she could do sex with such a big cock again. I made her promise again not to tell anyone, not even any good friend or her family because they would think badly about this. She said of course not, because now she has done sex and that would give her a bad name. When she left in the afternoon, I took a clean back and did some studying. Papa had gone to do some errands and said he will be coming home later. I started to get bored so I tried on some. I draw from my bundle of old USB pen drives tied with a rubber band and check them one by one. Some have viruses several years old. I find the right one and listen to the songs ahead of sending them. There's not enough here to feel embarrassed about. We did sound good for what we were. I send her one before I can regret it.Less than an hour later I get a reply.JOANNA: Listening…I get busy while I wait for the verdict.JOANNA: I'm certainly not dead yet.ALAN: You mean… we didn’t 'kill'. Great,. My name is Felicity Hart-Rogers, I'm thirty eight years old, and I'm married to James Hart-Rogers. We have two children, Giles who is seventeen and Roisin who is sixteen. I would like to think that she is sweet sixteen and never been kissed, but I know better, and it would have been a forlorn hope anyway. Giles is a fairly normal sort of name, but about the time Roisin – it's pronounced Rosheen for those of you who are not familiar with it – was borne there was a vogue for Irish names, probably.