James's plane was due shortly and he always drove his own car home. Jen heard the car pull into the driveway and she went to door to greet her husband... James came in wearing his kilt and doublet, carrying his luggage and briefcase. His years in the service, and now as a security advisor, kept him in great physical condition. His broad shoulders in the doublet made him almost look regal. James stepped forward and grabbed Jen's neck, under her auburn hair, and kissed her deeply. "God have I. I made her sleep straight and came down and removed her panty completely. Kept my face between her legs and kissed the top part. Then slowly stretched her legs and kept my face on her pussy for few minutes without doing anything. Started kissing around the pussy with out my lips touching the pussy and last I kept my lips on her pussy. Kissed there and started licking the top part slowly. My tongue was moving left to right on top of her pussy and she and holding my hairs tight. I started kissing. "It's OK," said Vicky, "I just need to verify your age. It's important."Renee stood there looking unsure of herself for a minute, then produced what looked to be a driver's license which Vicky took and studied. Vicky's close attention seemed to make Renee even more nervous. Vicky finally looked up at her. "You haven't been doing this long, have you?" When Renee again looked reluctant to answer, Vicky added, "I think you'll do fine, but you do have to answer me. How long have you been doing. Short of driving around the Bay Area hoping to spot Eric Roberts, we were mostly waiting on LA and the Sullivans. Hoping they’d uncover a California / New York pharmaceutical connection.I’d considered calling my former client, Bobsy Atwater, but put that off until I was more desperate. He and his girlfriend, Bunny Carville, are Chatty Cathys. And maybe that could come in handy someday, but for now ... below the radar.Ash Collins called. Himself.“Winter, someone broke into the Barbara Reynolds.