John French could not read between lines. To him, he wanted facts, plain and simple. The next morning Frank was called on the carpet."What is this non...ense about an embassy posting in Paris," French asked."Just as it says, sir," the words stumbled out of Frank's mouth. He was standing easy in front of French's desk."Don't you know that I am planning an operation which would hopefully end this war? I can't just grant favors to anyone who won't play it straight with me. I want the real reason you. Iexplained I was very interested in understanding the behind the screenwork weather people did on a daily basis. I did a lot of weatherforecasting research on the Internet and expressed that I was hoping toget some inside information on how the various computer models could becorrelated into a cohesive weather forecast. I chose my words carefullyand crafted them with care to make me sound knowledgeable, yet deeplyinterested. I also attached my photo, just in case Mandy or other peoplewere also. Emily parted her lovely legs wide for him, and he moved a hand slowly into her crotch to feel the soft warmth of her cunt. The touch made her groan again. She began to wonder if she was making too much noise, but she let the thought go away. She was enjoying herself and sensed that she should just act naturally. The natural thing to do seemed to be to pant and grunt and groan and sigh as much as she felt like it.And then her father was turning her over, and she helped. While he told her that. I wasn’t hiding my arousal and it was so tempting to just grab it and crack one off but wanted to see how this was going to play out and as Milly’s eyes seemed transfixed between my legs her mother glanced round, “OMG Frank, looks like you have some stiffness developing there” she sighed looking between my legs and then down at her daughter.“Maybe Frank needs to exercise it mummy” Milly suggested and I was all for that idea and as Rachel agreed I grabbed hold of my throbbing meat and slowly.