"I don't even know your name. I'm Lydia." I'm Kate." It felt more like a confession than an introduction, as if a thin film had been lifted away from ...y eyes and the world seemed sharper and clearer because of it."Well, Kate, I will have a bounce in my step all day today because of you. See you tonight!" As she pulled her rolling bag away to join her friends waiting at the entry way, I saw my whole family standing there, staring at us. My mother had such a wounded look, like I had done. He was still watching TV. He said, “Come on, Emmy, how much?” Like me, Emma asked, “How much what, Daddy?” He said, “Just tell me how much peanut butter and jelly you sent to Botswana.” I laughed. It was the silliest question I’d ever heard. But Emma took the question seriously. “Not much, Daddy, only thirty tons. Each.” He sat up at that. “You sent sixty tons of peanut butter and jelly to Botswana?!” She still looked innocent. “But they have to do something with all that bread they are going. Let’s show them that beautiful fucking pussy.” She pulls my suit aside and looks up, “Isn’t this a beautiful cunt, boys?” One of them licks his lips and says, “What if we show you girls how a cunt’s supposed to be fucked?” She says, “Oh no, boys, this is my cunt. You’re not fucking it, but you can watch.” With that, she slides her fingers into my pussy. I groan and thrust myself at her hand. She coos, “That’s my good bitch. Show them how fucking good my pussy is for me.” I gyrate in ecstasy,. Our sex was energetic, but too close to meaningless, which surprised me, given my fondness for her.Breaking up is hard on both parties, but after good sex, not great – but good, we parted as genuinely fond, former lovers, who'd moved on due to circumstances, and not dissolution. We were leaving for home the next morning. Getting our personal relationships settled made things easier.Mr. Bell, Colleen, Rebecca and I had spent the next two days in meetings with FBI, DOJ, and DHS officials, and.