That's a bit much, don't you think, Miss Perkins?" Oh my God!" burst out Penny. "I know who it is!" Who that man is?" Yes! I know who it is. It’s my...boss! It’s Mark! Oh my God! That's terrible. He'll have to fire me now. I'm in big trouble now, Phoebe. I could never report him, no one would ever believe me, it's his word against mine and they're bound to believe him, he's the boss. What am I going to do, Phoebe?" Will this help? " asked Phoebe quietly. She reached into her purse and pulled out. .. Dinner... Dancing?" I stammered as I sat down to try and sort through what I'd heard my new wife tell me. These were not inconsequential activities."Do you trust me or not Milford? That's the question." W-Why yes Maria dear, you know I do, b-but y-you know h-how other people talk a-and h-how easily rumors get started. If I was along with you and your friends, people wouldn't be so eager to..." No darling, you must trust me. I've already told all my friends you do. If you're tagging along. I pushed her to the floor and pulled her jeans down, quickly followed by her underwear; I dove straight in and began to lick her clit, I sucked it into my mouth while rubbing it with my tongue, Jane began to moan softly when I slid my finger knuckle deep into her soaking pussy she let out a very loud moan that I’m surprised didn’t wake our friends (not that I cared at this point).I began to finger fuck her fast while sucking her clit as hard as I could, I slipped a second finger into her pussy. On the tray table was an ancient-looking, round, wind-up alarm clock, and a wood-framed photo of Jonas and Makena standing in the evening sunshine next to a UH-1. The photo commemorated her first flight.Makena had been on the flight line, as usual, late one afternoon with her yellow wagon, when he had come back from a routine resupply mission to Kenyan troops in Somalia. One of the newly arrived pilots was ready for a familiarization flight of the local area, so on a whim, he had pointed to.