”“There was for a while,” I replied. “I may look bad but they are worse and I won. The only problem is I took no prisoners so there was no one...left to sign the surrender document, so the war goes on.”After the coffee a complete tour of the embassy grounds was undertaken.“Take all the pictures you want first; clean up and repairs are starting in a few minutes,” I said.And take pictures they did; every single car, both trucks, both walls, from on top of the embassy, the deflection wall we had. She slowly sank herself down his length, her heart beating faster and faster as her pussy filled with this beautiful feeling. She could tell that her eyes were wide with amazement by the time she finally had the full length buried within her mound. Jordan sat like this for a few minutes, reveling in the triumph of finally having tasted the forbidden fruit. As she began to slide herself up the shaft, her right hand moved down to her slit, rubbing and teasing at her clit as she rode her sleeping. She reminded herself that he could easily have not come home at all and then momentarily wondered how much longer he would stay in the military. Abigail tiptoed to the bed and then eased herself under the covers. She slowly inched her way to her husband’s side and then carefully draped an arm and leg over him. He seemed to stir at her touch. ‘Abigail?’ He turned and gave her a gentle kiss. ‘I’m afraid that’s about the limit of fulfilling my husbandly obligations right now, my love.’ ‘Sh. Go. I was carefully watching the dripping water falling through the holes in my century old slotted spoon. ‘Seems a lot of work for one drink,’ she said when I–with a small flourish–handed the milky glass to her. ‘The Devil is always in the details,’ I told her with a grin. She gave me a smile back. She was cute in a slightly odd way. A never could quite place just wasn’t perfect about her face but there was something there that did not blend, I just couldn’t find it. And that little detail kept.