I felt him grab my back and press into me harder, his cock rubbed against my swollen clit and I gasped in shock. He let me go for the second time. And...I all but ran to my bedroom. I stripped the thin cotton tank top off my body and rubbed my sore nipples. I let a soft moan escape my lips. I tore my sweat pants from my lower half and my panties, and I immediately rubbed my clit. I pictured Uncle Mike grinning at me, his hand buried into my hot, wet folds. I imagined him massaging my tits, and. Raypoz, a Kazakhstan general, decided to pick up the pieces. By uniting what is left of the Central Asian armies, his unified Turkish army. His armies first marched against Moscow. With Russia in ruins, the Muslims of Russia, had sided with Raypoz. The Russians, who lost their morale after World War III, were no match for him.Raypoz was the Third Anti Christ predicted by Michel De Nostradam, worse than Hitler and Napoleon before him. The Chechnyans happily aided Raypoz in bombing most of. The food had been bad enough that they’d stopped going super cheap on company meals, and had found a caterer that seemed to do everything right. It wasn’t a proper family Christmas dinner, but it was as close as one could get on a mass catering scale. The caterer’s track record with good food was the tipping point that had convinced him to make the long drive to the Christmas party. The door prizes were nice - but a long shot. The food was a sure thing.Pleasantly full, he chatted with a couple. “Are we having a long-distance relationship?”“I sure hope so …” I smiled. It didn’t make it easier to fall back to sleep, though.The next morning, he called, again. He had rescheduled his flights home from Denver. He created a four-hour layover in Atlanta and wanted to meet for lunch at an Applebee’s by the airport. He said he had something he wanted to give me.At the restaurant, I got a table and settled in, understanding the uncertainty of airline schedules. When I spotted him entering, I.