The timing seemed appropriate for the job at hand. Sweet Sammy was about to disappear as drug dealers and pimps often did. He would be missed only by ...is junkie customers and his girls, none of whom would be calling the police. In a few days, after some medical care, he would suddenly reappear to be handed over to the DEA, or the CIA, depending on to whom the admiral sold his sorry ass. Soon he would no longer be a criminal, he would be an asset. All that would take at least a week, so that was. The sun had fully set and the last gasps of daylight fell over the ocean view from her bedroom windows. We lay there just holding each other for a while, occasionally kissing, her fingers absentmindedly tracing over my skin."Can you show me the picture of your wife, again?" I had shown her a couple last time we were together.I reached over and got my phone, and showed her. "I still am amazed at how beautiful she is! And this is after she had your baby girl?" she asked."Yes, you can even. “Make me cum… again!” her voice was uncharacteristically demanding, pleading. Her hands pressed his head against her and he felt her hips buck as she sought the unhoped-for release. He reassured her with his steady rhythm, he would not leave her hanging.She held her breath, her whole body stiff, and he knew she must be on the edge. He stayed on target, letting her choose to jump rather than trying to give her a push. His eyes struggled to see her despite the awkward view, looking over her slim. After compromising with other things I ended up getting the holiday to Vegas, I was still hurting from the split but I also thought about all the hot bikini clad women that were gonna be around the pool. I thought it would be great for me and one of my mates to go and try and pull some American women but I couldn't get anyone to go. I had a free ticket but no one could get time off work, there girlfriends wouldn't let them go, or some other poor excuse, I had a free ticket!So I had to go alone.