Finally the day arrived. Yet, as fate would have it, my work sent me on a trip several hundred km's away. That day at lunchtime she sent me and sms. S...e was looking forward to finally meeting me. I texted back that I was far away and would try my best to be back in time. She responded by saying that she was "wet " for me. I concentrated on my work and fortunately had very few hitches. I had the client sign off the installation and stormed for my car. I floored the poor Mondeo all the way. And that had worked out well enough, even if it had side-tracked Jessica’s plan to walk in with Lisa and catch Orla and I together, developing the foursome from there… I drew my tongue up and down Cat’s sweet little pussy, tasting her juices from her lips, edging my tongue around the g-string. I gently lifted the material away, and Cat sobbed, pleaded and begged for some clue as to who was there. I kissed and licked at her pussy again, dabbing my tongue at her. I wondered if she could feel my. “I said Kiss!” I shout. “Put your god-damned lips together, your arms around each other, and start making-out! And I wanna see plenty of tongue too!” I’m not sure which of you snaps-to quicker. I step back and look at the two of you. Ox is still fully clothed, flannel button-up shirt, newish jeans held-up by a thick leather belt, buckled with a big horseshoe. You are not a small man, but in the embrace of this big Ox, you look tiny. That you are naked doesn’t help. I can’t tell if it’s. Or, my ship could be singled out as “1”. Last, the ‘group’ flag let my whole force be tasked with “1V”. We even had an ‘except’ code in “UX” so if Tony was bogged down in an assault somewhere and needed more men and wanted all the transports but didn’t want the King to go into danger, he could send “8VUX8” and get all the transports but not Flying Arrow itself.Anyway, Tom wanted my thoughts on the latest captured ship. That seemed simple to me. We shouldn’t be bothering Michael’s ships, but.