I softly blew on her swollen labia, the places my finger had milliseconds before touched. She shivered, moaning with each wave of cool air. When I'd t...rtured her to my satisfaction, my tongue took over. From bottom to top, I licked and kissed, her sweet nectar filled my senses and delighted my taste buds. I kissed her labia softly, tugging and stretching the folds. She was delicious. Her lips had a lovely sheen on them from my saliva and her body's reaction from my attention.She massaged her. This is your chance, just as our divorce was my chance. I don't mean that to sound like I needed the divorce for that reason. When we ... separated ... I was forced to find a way to look after the children and myself. I've been lucky and it's working out. I want you to be lucky too."I nodded. "Thank you. I want that too. I wish ... I wish things were different, but they aren't. I'm going to do what I can to find something near enough that I can visit now and then. Stay in touch with you and the. I took a taxi from the office to my hotel and throughout the way, I was lost in my own thoughts away from my family in a place, so alien. I checked a few emails on the phone and a dating site I was a member of to score some quick fun. They do not lie when they say that Indian men do not find repute anywhere in the world just like that as I was able to strike conversations with some women on proxy identities but never with my true one. Disappointed, I just closed my mobile, shut my eyes up and. The police knew me from committees I had shared with some of the brass. The superintendent in charge of the task force asked me to be liaison between the local community and searching police. No worries. A lady, Mrs. Allison, a lovely blue haired old dear really, complained to the police that strange men were 'lurking around' behind her house and I dropped in to explain about the police and for whom they were searching. She invited me in for the traditional 'cuppa' and to meet her boarder, 'a.