Jones, Ms. Snow, the officers on base have been scrambling to put together a welcome since the State Department requested that your flight be diverted...here with such short notice. I have been ordered to take you ladies and your guest to the VIP cafeteria until the embassy sends someone to pick you up." Thank you for the welcome lieutenant," I replied as we slid into the seats of the all - terrain vehicle.In the VIP lounge Vicky and I were trying to drink what the Air Force passed off as coffee,. I know you miss mom. It’s been hardest on you and I see you sitting in your chair sometimes and it just kills me to know how much you’re still hurting. You need to do something… anything to get your mind off the past and move on. I know you’ll never forget Mom, none of us will.’ I knew she was right. Sally had always had that way of talking to me that let me know, just by the tone of her voice, that she loved me and worried about me. I knew the other kids were worried too since they kept in. Why is it you get to tease me, but I don’t get to tease you back? That doesn’t seem fair.”She closed the shirt, as if in warning. He capitulated instantly.“That was a gentleman named Nigel ... you know what? I never even found out his last name.”“Nigel,” she said. “That’s an interesting name.” The shirt came open again.“He’s the caretaker of the castle in England, where the writing desk came from,” explained Bob.“You mean Wood-something-or-other?” She sipped her coffee.He tore his eyes away. Within seconds though, my plans changed. He was so lathered in his fascinating tangy precum that I almost forgot my intentions to teach him a lesson as I got my first taste. Despite the cleansing foam, he smelt of sea, musky arousal, and yes, from this morning, he still smelt a little bit like me – a heady, exciting combination. “Ouch!” he shouted, jumping back, ripping himself out of my mouth as quickly as he could. Okay, I suppose that made sense – he didn’t know I was in the process of.