A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began counting heads, t...ere were about eighty men with black hair. There were five or six men with lighter hair standing in the back with me, they were reporters from other news agencies around the world. I said 'hi' to the Canadian guy immediately to my right, I forgot his name but I had met once before in Thailand.Suddenly the man standing on the platform spoke into. There was a gate through which the rubbish and laundry was collected so they were able to slip in without anyone seeing them.JonnyB stood to one side of the door, bag in one hand, knife in the other. Rico held a travel blanket folded over his hands, knife underneath. He knocked and stood squarely in front of the spy hole smiling.The mother answered without opening and Rico, in his most polite voice, told her he had extra blankets as it was expected to get cold tonight. He stayed in the light. "Imagine a female who would be three quarters Lycavorian of the King's blood and one quarter Hadarian of Queen Anja's blood. She would have her mother's long red hair and her soft green eyes. She will have green eyes without question because of her Hadarian blood, but even with black hair like the King ... she would be a vision."Kyria turned in her seat and looked at him. "That was elegant Lieutenant/Major." She said.Imror nodded to her. "Thank you Kyria." You are just saying that sir, because. As she relaxes her knees open wider allowing her petals to totally open. This lovely pussy is clearly ready for fucking. Still, holding one knee, just in case she has second thoughts, I move between her pale sculpted thighs. My old dick is excited at the magical sight before me. Tucking my knees under her thighs I lean down. As my mouth reaches her nipples, I slide my dick along her slit bumping her clit as I do. Her moaning has already started and I haven’t dipped my dick into her honey pot..