”“Well that’s all we could do, and we did it.” Mia was getting up. “Thanks to you being awesome. I’m going to see the boys, you want to co...e?” she grinned, teasing but meaning it.“I think I’ll go and ask Claude.” Grace wasn’t ready to get fucked, just yet. She didn’t really want Mia to go and get fucked either, but she had to be reasonable. And realistic.“You can just watch. See how great it is.”“No thanks,” she had to smile back. Mia was testing her, a bit, but that was actually okay, in a. I have to hear her cuss.The tiniest wiggle against her tightness has my heart thumping. More as my fingernail disappears, worming deeper a millimetre at a time. Her star grips me with each strained breath and I forge inside on every exhalation, creeping until the second knuckle prepares to breach.Pausing, I massage inside with just the pad. Gauge her arousal by the sharpness of her breaths and rivulets of clear honey that seep from her snatch to split and roll either side of my digit.Drawing. Over lunch we chatted about this and that. I mentioned that I was in no hurry to go home to my empty home, so Wendy suggested that I stay for the afternoon and join them on the beach, across the road from their flat (apartment in American). To farewell Phil I had worn my sexiest gear, the backless top that I had worn to the restaurant both times and a very short skirt. No bra, no panties. I kept flashing Phil in the car on the way to the airport, to remind him of what he was leaving. I didnt. I need to see some ID,” the Marine said. After Mike opened his wallet and showed his CIA identification, the guard said, “Go on in, sir.”“Thank you,” Mike said.He entered the building and looked around at the men and women seated there. Joe, wearing a Marine uniform, snapped to attention. He didn’t salute since Mike was a civilian.In a loud voice, he announced, “Mike Bowman, I’m glad to see that you survived the attack.”The waitress stared at Joe wondering what was happening. She had appeared.