Lucy asked, “What was all that about?”Emily stepped in. “I asked him if he could reach anyone in Argyle. He asked his old EMS buddy to call on s...ort wave, and see if he could talk to anybody there, and see how my family is doing. In the morning, once we stop for the day, he’ll call us with any update.”Lucy was confused, still. “Who’s ‘Echo Lima”? And what precious cargo? And, what is a tango?”Emily got us started. “I guess I’m ‘Echo Lima’, for my initials, Emily Luce. My precious cargo would. ....allowing me this most sacred of pleasures, as though I were a condemned man fatefully enjoying his final meal.......I wouldn't want to stop pleasuring you babygirl! I'd just keep swirling my hot, wet tongue all over your pulsating clit.....bringing you to the edge time and time again.......teasing you so sweetly as I greedily devour your deliciously sticky poon........fingering and tongueing your tight little arse as you squeal and yelp breathlessly......completely at my mercy until I can't. When Frances asked him, “Anything new in your emails, Reg?” it came as a shock to him that he had failed to check his emails. He NEVER failed to check his email, normally.He admitted this failure, so Frances went to his computer and checked for him. She returned a while later to ask with a frown, “What the heck is this stuff about a building, Reg?”“Oh, yes. I should have said. I was phoned by the husband of a lady one of you girls spoke to yesterday. Oh, no, sorry. It was Jemima, I think.”“Stop. Soft leather couches and decorative pillows covered the living room, and cherry oak cabinets filled the kitchen. His bedroom was stunning as well. Silk sheets topped the bed with a fireplace warming up the room. He had a jacuzzi in his bathroom, as well as a shower which doubled the size of hers at home. Probably meant to be for two people.As he watched her take in his home, he couldn't help but trace her body with his fingertips. She shivered in moaned in pleasure at him finally touching her..