I sigh. The constriction in my chest that had begun two days ago was not going away. It has gotten stronger making sleep foreign to me now. Questions ...as seeping into my head but I pushed them away. I rigorously wash my hands before walking out to meet the person named, “Michael”. I almost gasp when I see him. He is the epitome of perfection. His blonde curls framed his slightly tan face, chiseled cheekbones, strong jaws, soft pink lips, and sea blue eyes. His eyes meet mine and they twinkle. Colleen had eaten her fair share of pussy but nothing like this. Becky was just planning on showing her the pussy to get a reaction from her and well, she did get a reaction. Becky wasnt sure what to do, she wasnt against getting her pussy eaten but here? Now? Before she had a chance to decide Colleen dove into that glorious pussy and started licking it and nibble on it for all she was worth. She could not beleive the taste and wetness of her friend's pussy. Becky was having a hard time. Grace went ahead of me, and I followed a few passengers behind her on purpose, as we didn’t want to be seen together.It wasn’t until I reached the Security checkpoint that things got dicey. One of the security people, a large black man, wanted to know what was in the Diplomatic Pouch that I was carrying. I pulled out Tuttle’s CIA ID card but was saved from doing anything else when a supervisor came over to talk to the man.“You can’t open that Diplomatic Pouch or even X-ray it, Smith. We don’t. Two of my fingers entered her with ease and brought a groan of pleasure from her lips. That was good; it would make things easier for her.I left the room. Sam was waiting at the bathroom door, wearing only a bathrobe. He had showered using the gel I normally used so that his scent would be as alike mine as possible. He walked through into the bedroom, shrugging off the bathrobe as he did so. It fell to the floor. I only half closed the door after him, I wanted to watch what happened and I.