You feel your pussy pulsating loud, urgent. The taste of my cum, the feeling of sticky semen sliding down your throat, has made you more desperate for...release. Your pussy is screaming for attention, for release. Your mouth, still around my semi-hard shaft, licks and sucks in need, wanting to get it completely hard again. Your green eyes no longer looking innocent, but wide, wanting, only screaming one thing, “FUCK ME!” I feel blood making its way back to my cock, slowly swelling in size again.. .." I know. I'm going to have Andrea take me by a fire station so I can garner some useful firefighting skills next." Not a bad idea. Hey, you can share memories too, you might share them with her. She's very smart and quick as a whip." And not bad looking either, but hey, who's looking, right?"Another chuckle. "I'd steer clear of her, Ral. Last guy that looked at her wrong or tried something ended up with a broken wrist." Oh, believe me, I'm steering clear. The last thing I need is that kind. Until a scientific analysis can be done on the materials they can’t be certain, but all are very sure these are genuine artefacts.One of the documents dates from the fourteenth century, and is an assignment of lands to an ancestor of Saburo by Ashikaga Takuji after an uprising in 1333. The other is from the Heian period, a ninth century list of families belonging to, or loyal to, the Fujiwara clan who could be expected to help if called upon in a time of trouble. Both are interesting insights. I sat in the chair next to the wall and worked on texting with Marcy. She was working on the bill for my trek to Mexico. It would be ready for me to review when I got to the office tonight.Harry was finally done and began taking questions. As I expected, the first question was directed at me.“Well that did not take long,” Harry relied.“Yes Melinda,” I replied.“Ambassador, how serious is the revolt in Mexico and is it affecting our ability to fight cross border terrorism?”“I am told the Mexican.