The only difference to normal was the passenger in the cabin, the United Nations Special Envoy to the taskforce. Normally the man would have been trav...lling with all the pomp and ceremony that accompanied a high official on any journey but this was a private visit. He was heading for a short meeting with his son who was in the middle of a training rotation through the system.The Envoy had prevailed on his friends to get him up to the taskforce with the minimum of fuss, hence the fact that he. Not knowing where they were going to eat, Susan decided on very casual attire, jeans, blouse, and pumps, just in case it was nice. She left her room looking for her hostess in hopes they could talk a bit before going out. Susan could hear Julie in her room talking on her phone to someone as she walked by. She paused looking, watching as her "kitten" stood with her back to her, chatting away to a friend. Susan smiled then headed down the hallway to the kitchen where she ran into Laura, her back. She saw what Ellen had seen in the mirror--a lovely pussy squeezed like a small sandwich between two luscious thighs."I--I'm not interrupting you, am I?" she stammered self- consciously. She couldn't see Ellen's pussy without connecting it in her mind with Samson's big red tongue."No, of course not." Ellen said. She turned and perched her ass on the edge of her bed. "Come sit down and talk to me. I was hoping you would. You seemed a little down since you arrived."Cindy sat beside her and. She made her way into my arms, engaging in a violent embrace as I was seeking her left breast with my right hand, the pillows with my left, and her mouth with mine. My left thumb was by now my only free appendage, and, with some effort, I managed to slide down the panties. I can recall now the instant sequence of embraces – her and me, us and the pillows, the bed embracing everything and everyone. L’Adoration Her time to lead was over. I sat on the bed leaning against the pillows and parted.