She wanted to flip the lock and slide the glass aside. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers and his skin against hers. ‘Please. Tell me who you are....�� ‘My name … ‘ His resolve failed him when her sensual thoughts slammed through him. His long unused cock throbbed in its leather confinement and he ached to release it. ‘My name is inconsequential.’ ‘Why is that? You know my name, you know who I am. Why can’t I know who you are?’ ‘Because … ‘ Thorne’s mouth dried up as she placed her hand against. 45 on a June evening the French blinds were pulled tight and the red chintz curtains closely drawn. Around me , sitting on a pink floral settee and chairs were four men, in their fifties and two women of a similar age. My boyfriend Dave was by the door setting up his video camera."You like a drink baby?" One of the women asked me, she was in her mid 50s , bleached blonde hair cut in a pageboy style that was so in vogue in 1975, she was wearing a tight violet coloured blouse and a tight black. “Fuck she's hot looking.” Both Ted and Ben said the same time.“Settle down Jake. You can see your wife has no problem with it since she is wearing the outfit. As for you two just settle down until I say action.” Doctor Dan said in a light tone.“Okay.” I answered. The doctor did have a point Kay didn't make a fuss about the outfit and after all it was just acting. “Kay go to the bar door open it and when I say action pretend you just walked in. Then walk toward the bar. When you get to. I had to fly very low so my bomb wouldn't show up on ground-based radar (America is blanketed by radar, such as the air traffic control network. Fortunately, the vast majority of the "blanket" uses frequencies that go straight through me). I was reaching an area of the country where there was a much greater than normal density of radar signals so I had to make sure I stayed very low, but there were so many houses that I couldn't avoid them all. Flying low over thousands of homes risked someone.