I came back to the bedroom to make the bed, and I noticed the sweater was no longer laying on it. I looked around and couldn't find it anywhere, when ... opened the closet door it was hanging back up. Uneasily I closed the door and left the room. Downstairs I set up the coffee pot so I could clear my foggy head. As my java brewed, I looked around the house some more. I walked through the living room into a den. I opened a desk and saw some papers and pictures of my Aunt and her sweetheart. There. "Wow, someone has a direct line to 'you know where'," Kate said, quietly awed."Is it just me, or does it seem odd that three such diverse religious people would be eating together? I mean, the Arab is obviously a Muslim, you can tell by his copy of the Koran, the Catholic is obvious, and a nun with them? This is a curious mix, indeed," Alex mused, stating what I was thinking.What could bring such three diverse people together? Oh, the nun could be Catholic, but the Arab man seemed friendly and. Hawk took the lead once we all sat down to eat. "So, Tom, have you and Angela been friends for very long?" Her former ... friend - the late Noah Guthrie - were clients of mine for some time, Mr. President." If you don't mind, Tom, we like to leave the formality outside of the private residence. I prefer to have polite and interesting conversation in our home, and dropping Mr. President is a good way to start."Tom was careful not to say anything at all, which was the opposite of what Hawk. I let my other hand rest on her breast feeling her erect nipple though her bra and shirt. Our kiss was a mutual effort this time. She was giving as good as she was getting and her body was starting to writhe under me. I broke our mouth to mouth kiss and managed to run my hand up to the low cut edge of her sweater shirt pulling it down and exposing her breast. I glanced down to see what I was doing and was rewarded with the view of a perfectly creamy white breast with a quarter sized dark pink.