" I stood up, squeezing past two giant jarheads, which gave me a little privacy actually. "Yeah?" Fuck ... I knew it was you!" Stan always sounded sur...rised, but he knew everything."I gotta see you," I told him."How do I know it's really you?" he asked, because he was paranoid too."You know where I am?" Almost ... In the air someplace, hold on..." Well, if I wasn't me I'd be someplace else, wouldn't you think?" I laughed and then waited about fifteen seconds, listening to Stan's heavy. Her gaze swept over his face: his warm smile, the blue eyes she adored. “Traffic.”“I know,” he said. “I got your text.”Her cheeks burned, growing hotter as she pictured her red face. Then he opened his arms.“Oh sweetheart, come here.”Dropping her bag, she melted into his embrace. Enveloped in his warmth, she quivered at the touch of soft lips on her skin and… oh, his scent. She breathed it in. How she’d missed this fragrance, so immediately familiar yet frustratingly elusive when trying to. She places her arms around my neck and leans in, I return the favor and hold her side and the back of her head, I lean in with her. As I lean my head to the side and open my mouth a little, our mouths meet, her tongue and mine play a bit with each other, we explore each others mouths in a warm embrace. I pull back and look at her; her eyes stare into mine, they’re amber deep and unending, searching in mine. She must've found what she was looking for because she smiles and moves to sit on top of. She then had a slow relaxing shower and let her hands slowly caress her body as she lathered herself with a scented soap. She even indulged herself with a brief massage of her clit which had the desired effect. After toweling off she sat herself down at her makeup table and selected a deep red color for her nails. Will perfectly match my leather pants she thought to herself.Two hours went by quickly. Towards the end of her preparation time George scooted into the bathroom and had a quick.