Two of the other people that had been chatting with us in the lounge were also at the table; Sharon and her husband Mike. “Hi Monica. Do join us pl...ase? There is probably an hour wait time by now, and we still have an open chair.” “Thanks Tom. It was actually over an hour. Are you sure it’s okay?” “Yes. We only got seated ourselves not too long ago and have only ordered drinks and an appetizer so far, so there should be no problem. I’ll try to signal our server over.” “Great! Just let me go. Anyway I had some spare time so I wrote you this letter just in caseyou're reading. Please make me a girl.Yours Sincerely,Nick.4.Atnas;Old chum, old friend, old buddy old pal old mate. How are you! Haven'theard from you in ages. In fact, haven't heard from you at all. It'syour old friend Nick here, you owe me a couple letters (and a wish).Mads asked me to go watch her dance performance after school and ofcourse I went. Sat in the front row, it was some showcase for herschool. There was a boring. I figure that a minimum of two FBI and ten local policecould initially raid each location and secure it until a larger forcecould arrive. Each one of the warehouses are legitimate operations,they just act as covers for the illegal drugs. In fact, their securityis so good, all the police need do is lock the place down untilreinforcements arrive. It's unlikely they would face armed opposition;Hobbes knows the occasional seizure is the cost of doing business. Noneof the prior seizures we suspected. She looked at me and smiled. Neither of us spoke. I was content to just lie there, feeling her pussy around my fingers and her warm face against my dick. My free hand ran through her soft brown hair and caressed her cheek. We were content and happy. Once again, we were oblivious to the outside world. It was so pleasant being together like that. After awhile, the feel of her cheek against my dick, and the feel of her pussy around my fingers, got to me. I started growing alongside her cheek. She.