I have been going nuts. I bet I have started to call a thousand times" I need you so much. I am sorry I was a jerk." Oh hunny, I am sorry too. I don't...know what was wrong with me." Can I see you?" Oh, yes. I can't wait. How soon can you get here?" Two hours ago"She laughed at the familiar twisted and clever sense of humor."That's too late. Can't you do better?" Ok, three hours ago. I am hanging up now and climbing into the transporter."She laughed."Hurry baby"They hung up. Both were laughing. Nothing political or inflammatory there. They seemed strange bedfellows, the right-wing newspaperman, the left-wing politician and the begonia grower. I couldn’t see a link for the life of me. It was Niall who found it. He flicked back and forth between the various sites. His face was a study in concentration. Finally, he turned to us with three pages cascaded side by side. ‘There, you see?’ I had to confess I did not and the others looked equally nonplussed. ‘The lapel buttons,’ he said. They. He responded cooperatively, eyes closed, tongue exploring my mouth. Without curiosity, I wondered whose cunt I was tasting on his lips and tongue. Not that it mattered, for it was a taste I knew well, and savored often. The kiss lingered while his left hand kneaded my right tit, at the same time pushing my body backward towards my made-up bed.Fuck him though I intended, I didn't want his cum to stain the cover. Sexually active though she was, I couldn't bear the thought of my daughter giggling. The people they met were intrigued and surprised to see two women being so blatant about their taste for the fairer sex. Finally one rather young couple drew their attention. The woman was blonde and tiny and didn’t look over 20. The man could have been a sibling and was just as young. Rachel saw that Maggie was salivating at the sight of the blonde princess. The young man was willing to let his companion engage on her own but was obviously disappointed at not getting involved with another man..