He reached the crease between her outer lips and her leg placing his last kiss at the top.His elbows were resting on his knees and he was supporting h...r, hands on cheeks, with his hands.She held her breath as he leaned in his tongue making contact with her wet folds. It was a quick tastethen a pause. Her swollen lips pulsated under his warm soft breath. Somewhere mid pause hebrashly ran his tongue firmly from bottom to top. Lingering at the peak to add pressure to her clit andgradually pulling. I grabbed a rifle case and opened it to store the M4 I’d been carrying. “What are those,” asked Petra as she took note of the other three M4s in the case.Still in military mode from the meeting, “Colt M4 fully automatic carbine chambered in 5.56 caliber. The primary weapon of the U.S. Army and Marine Corps.” She looked puzzled as I stopped and reset myself. “Sorry, that kinda just came out on reflex. Back home, I was a Marine for my country before becoming something like a city guard, and these. ”I laughed, “I guess you showed them when you belted the M1 with a rock.”Michael cheered up with that comment and said, “Yeah, that got the tank commander’s attention.”Michael said, “Banzai, it was a great time working with you - thanks for all your help. But unless I’m wrong, the CIA agents and the mercs are coming so it’s time for you to leave. Thanks for giving me some time alone with the bomb maker since I got more information out of him than the CIA agents did.”I was surprised and asked. There were no flirting or romantic little asides or lines with double meanings or anything like that. It was just two colleagues working together and enjoying doing so.One of the reasons that I never thought about "putting a move" on Beth was that I felt she was out of my league. I'm not a bad looking guy but Beth was stunning. She was so beautiful that when she entered room men and some women would stop talking and stare at her. Beth was a brown eyed blond from Amarillo, Texas with long legs.