He raised the glass to his lips, about to take a sip, when the corner of his eye caught someone staring at him. The woman wore a sequined black evenin... dress with a matching scarf around her neck and she sat at the short corner of the L-shaped bar staring at him. She looked to be about the same age as him — late fifties, though her smile made her seem younger, she looked so very elegant in her outfit. ‘You don’t look like you’re from around here, stranger,’ the woman said to him. ‘How can you. I woke up the next morning, my pussy crusty with dried cum. The sheets were still damp. I got out of bed and headed right for the shower. My pussy was sore from the pounding it took from Ray's cock. We had never fucked like that ever. I toweled myself off and walked back into my bedroom. I put panties on along with a pair of short shorts. I didn't feel like a bra today, so I put on a light blouse. I stripped the bed and stuffed the sheets in the washer. There was a note on the table, "Thanks. LURD is the worst. LURD is beginning to mortar and shell the city, indiscriminately at first, but then they began targeting white owned and foreign sections of the city, including the embassy area.”“Are we getting any evidence of formal anti-foreigner or genocidal rhetoric out of these groups?” asked Condi Rice.“Yes, ma’am.” Smith pointed to somebody, and a slide went up on the screen, and some red dots appeared on the map of Monrovia. “We are catching some radio traffic directing rebel units. Secondly, I knew where this was going and I needed to give my abused pussy all the time I could to lube. I carefully rubbed my clit with one hand while the other worked the cock that tasted all the better with each passing moment. “That is some exemplary work my dear, but why do you hide your hand that is doing all the extra-credit,” he asked looking at my squirming postion? He stepped backward sliding his instrument from my slurping mouth and demanded,“Take those off so I can see those light.