“Hùnzhàng,” I muttered aloud, to no one in particular. I knew he was expecting an answer, but I also knew that Taylor was expecting me to be loy...l to her, and loyalty meant secrecy. “I don’t know what you think is going on, but we’re literally just studying,” I told Milo in a low voice, trying to sound like a mixture between angry and weirded out. “If you’ve heard some rumors, let me save you some time: they’re not true. Taylor is Taylor, and I’m me. Of course we’re not having sex.” Milo stared. It had been far too noisy in the club for conversation."I am Michael and this is my brother Thomas. We are diplomats from The Gambia." Hi I'm Amy and this is my friend Trudy. Pleased to meet you."Now this was a ludicrous situation. I was standing there wearing only Red nylons, matching suspender and a pair of red heals. Amy was wearing Knee high white socks and patent calf length boots with four inch heals. We were both holding beers. The two gorgeous black hunks were fully dressed in black. Nicholas Orbatch had been married to Alyona Sokolova for twenty five years; she was five years younger than Nicholas. By all standards Alyona was a beautiful lady, they had two children - both boys.I closed the folder, placed in the briefcase and closed the lock.The Russian plane had come to a stop on the tarmac and the stairs were coming down. I waited until the stairs were completely down and the advance teams had met with the Russian team. Those teams either rejected or accepted the security. Amazing. It was almost everything I craved from my son.I just wanted one more thing.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, that's amazing.” I trembled. “Oh, Kevin, you're so wonderful. Drink my cream!”He drank down my cream. He licked at me, moaning. His strokes sent new pleasure blazing through me. It felt so incredible. How long had it been since I had a man? A year? Two? No more vibrators for me. I had my son.My sexy, hunky, MILF-loving son.“Oh, Kevin!” I panted as my orgasm reached a peak..