They held hands as they walked; Paul enjoyed the expressions on the faces of the people they passed. Their gaze would always focus on Angel, especiall... the guys; you could see them take in her beauty, from her face, down her muscular body to her feet and back up again, and then they would look over at him. Some would give him an almost imperceptible nod and a wink; others would just stare at him in amazement.Since neither of them were into partying and the night life that the big hotels. " But what about the FBI report on Tricycle?" queried David, "That was damming! As was the testimony of that staffer..." he stopped, as he couldn't remember his name."Your thinking of Max Bishop" prompted Dwight. "He was on the staff of our Tokyo embassy. He said at the Senate hearing, that one of his informants had told him of the Japanese war plan for the attack on Pearl Harbour. Unfortunately he has since died tragically in a plane accident"Dwight played with the remains of his drink. "Which. "Hi Gorgeous!" you whispered to me. "Hey! What took you so long?" "Sorry, I'll make it up to you." I smiled sheepishly, for I have something up in my mind to get back to you. You noticed that my bloused was unbuttoned and my red lace bra is peeking underneath. I hear you breathe heavily and say "Damn! You're such a show off! I just want to rip off your blouse and suck those tits." I chuckled with your comments and slide up my hands in your inner thigh. Gently stroking your thighs but avoiding. Gliding my finger between your wet slit, feeling you drip down as I curl slightly into you and hear you moan “I beg you Daddy, fuck my face with your hard cock, let me prove to you I’m a good cocksucker”. Without hesitation I slam my cock deep down your throat, making you take it all in one thrust. Keeping my fist grasp on the back of your head, feeling my strength as I start to slowly pull in and out of your mouth, making you take every inch. Stepping closer into you, making sure you have.