Then I heard a pop, followed by a fizz. A coke can landed on Les’ head, spilling its contents over her. Les then darted back to the dining room. Ano...her can would have hit Ralph, but he managed to catch it.I shouldn’t have looked at Ralph. An additional can of pop landed near my feet, soaking my right foot. I called “Retreat!” The two of us left the kitchen.We three huddled together in the dining room. Ralph was the first to comment. “We gotta try again,” he said.Les answered, “I’m not going. Although she is rather short (5 feet 4 inches [metric: 1.63]) her legs are longer than everything. She is proud of having a nice firm round butt and really nice 36C boobs. She has an angelic face surrounded by straight long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Chris (15) is a younger version of his father and if you compare pictures of him and my father when he was 15 you cant see any differences. Sarah and me are younger copies of our mother with only small differences. Sarah has curled blonde hair. It was the work of only a minute or so for my senses to locate the area of his brain with the information, which was there to read for one with my skills.“So your name is Horst Knyphausen, and you are a mercenary from Germany. You were hired by a CIA undercover agent and are to meet him with me at 1800 hours on Saturday, the 22nd at a house on a small soi off of Thanon Pho Phait in Chinatown. How interesting,” I finished.“How can you know that?” he gasped in shock, as I removed my fingers from. My face only inches from hers, I leaned forward to give her the slightest of kisses. She apparently had a different idea, for she pressed her lips against mine, quite hard. As a mature guy, I needed no encouragement to return the favor. We embraced and kissed several times while "in the clinches." Upon separation of our lips, Buffy pulled back a bit, and I said, "Well, your lips certainly work nicely!" We both chuckled, but only for a moment. When silent again, I reached up to her face, cradled.