“I have to work within the system which exists, not the perfect one you seem to think needs to exist.”“This sucks,” I sighed.We arrived home, ...howered, dressed, and ate lunch. I put on rarely worn blue jeans and a lightweight flannel shirt. I didn’t have riding boots, so I simply wore a pair of comfortable sneakers. Samantha had asked me to pack a change of clothes, so I tossed a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt into a gym bag, along with clean underwear and loafers. I grabbed my brown. ”“So we just wait then?”“Yes. Jim’s weakness is his arrogance. He thinks we’re a bunch of idiots – which is what we want him to think right up until we drop on him like a ton of bricks. If we’re patient, Cheri will get us what we need, which is a way to neutralize Jim Olsen. We’re not looking to prosecute a case here people. This is a national security threat, and we’re going to take it all the way out.”“Whoa – we’re not talking about killing him, are we?”“No. Of course not. This IS America.. Put on a swimsuit and a cover up. We’re going to go have some fun in the sun.” Half an hour later, we’re on a secluded beach. The closest people to us are probably 200 yards away. We spread out towels and lie down. She says, “Don’t get comfortable, Pet. I need to be oiled up.” She hands me the suntan oil and I start on her legs. When I get to the tops of her thighs, she spreads her legs and says, “Finger my cunt. NOW!” I push aside her bikini bottom and I slide my fingers into her soaking wet. For a 31-year-old, she looked damn good. She kept her cute scarf but took off her hat to reveal dark brown hair in a french braid, folded under the hat.She had already removed her stockings in the airport to show off her smooth calf muscles. When we hugged, it felt magical. She rested her boobs on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist. Before we knew it, our lips locked.I was pressing her buttocks with my hands. My cock started squirming in the pants. Halie squeezed it with her.