?Jill followed her to the kitchen, sitting her bag on one of the chairs. “Jill have you had breakfast? I just finished mine, I would be glad to make...you something?”“Oh no thanks, the kids had me up early, said they wanted to get to the mall early, the food court has a restaurant there and they were going to grab something to eat and plan out the day, so I picked up something on the way here.”Beth poured them some coffee and sat down to talk. “Beth, if I am not mistaken I would say that you are. She joined the army of her homeland, most women serve. Because she had some language skills she was attached to an interrogation unit. She was not formally trained, Sara was regular army, but she was a lot better than most at the business of getting information. Because she was not Mossad, she did not enjoy the security precautions after discharge. When her name and picture got out she was targeted by a suicide bomber and had to leave. She picked the US. Here she met her husband who worked at. Then my eyes went past her navel, along her hips, and stopped at her open crouch. The light brown fuzz glistened in the light from the window; it hardly covered the slit of her pussy. Then on to her legs, long and lean, beautifully bronzed by the sun this summer. Onto her feet, tiny and petite, then my eyes retraced their every move back to her face. I felt the urge to pee so I gently slide out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve myself. When I returned, I tried to gently slide. "Caleb looked at me and asked, "What do you say about this, Jase?" Caleb, I love your daughter with all of my heart. I just want what's best for her and I think us getting married now may be what's best." What about what you said about not wanting to make Millie a fifteen year old widow?" We've talked about that some, Caleb. I guess I'll just have to be especially careful." Your mind's set on this, Daughter?" Yes it is, Pap." I'll tell your ma. You should see if you have a pretty dress to wear..