One little step closer brought me within an inch of her body. She smiled down at me, her full lips parting in a smile and her dark lashes beating lik... the wings of a bird. She was waiting. I knew that at once. I was too close to get away. There was no way I was leaving without touching her, but she was going to make me make the first move. I couldn’t stand it! My legs felt weak. I wondered what to do. Should I touch her, kiss her, hug her? As I stood there, I realized that our mouths. So I turned away to my left and let the wind blow me towards the Central American Countries. I knew it would take me longer and that the border patrols were much more intensive, but I didn't want to fight a storm. It would just tire me out too quickly.As I reached the Panama Canal, I was already very tired and hungry. There was one of the big cruise liners sailing the waters. I decided to take a quick look and maybe get something to eat. Quickly but silently I flew over to the ship and decided. . things." There's not much going on here" I leaned up against the counter "but if you'd like someone to talk to, a stranger who won't judge, and has received multiple compliments on his coffee making skills." Multiple?" she raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, giving me a clear view of her lacy white bra. Between that and whatever perfume she was swimming in, I was struggling to concentrate. "You know, I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but I do love some cream in my mouth." W-we might have. The bell doesnt even finish it ring and door swings open. Guess he was waiting for me. Hey Tom, I am here at your service. Hey Amiee, come in, let me take those bag from you I walk into the house and it looks exactly like my house but decorated different. I would have to say that Susan has to worst taste in the world. I walk around the house and check things out, finding interesting place to screw Tom. Since it is pretty much exactly like my house there isnt really any new places to fuck. Hey.