*** Jill fumbled with the blue passport that she held in her fingers. United States of America embossed in gold on the front, she smiled as she steppe... forward to hand it to the customs agent. She was home. Well, on American soil at least. ‘Business or pleasure?’ the man repeated the question that had plagued her for hours on the plane. ‘I’m returning home,’ she smiled. The man looked up from the screen and smiled. ‘Welcome home then. How long were you away?’ ‘Twenty-six years.’ ‘That’s a long. ” “Yes, ok, oh my god, Punz, don’t stop now!” “You need to cum, don’t you.” “Yes!” I groaned, my fingers clutching her hair as I tried to grind my hips against her hand. “I met a man, today. Jean. He… I…” she went suddenly silent, staring at me with the intensity of a young girl wanting something very badly but too shy to voice it. Then, before she went on, she began finger fucking me again, but slowly, too slowly to push me over the edge, her thumb rubbing gentle circles over my clit, but. Maybe I can talk him out of it.’ ‘Well, I’ll be pretty busy during the week anyway,’ Jeff said. So they make him work nights too? If he can put up a brave front for me, I can put one up for him. ‘This will be good. We’ll get to find out how we feel about being apart.’ That made no sense at all. ‘Yeah. That will make it even better when you come back than if we were together the whole summer.’ Weren’t we pathetic? Or would it be more pathetic to moan and lament about how much we were going to. I was in luck, FINALLY! An Asian woman walked in wearing a black dress. She was facing away from the window so I couldn't tell if she was hot or how old she was but the view from behind looked positive. She turned around and in one fluid motion dropped the black dress onto the floor facing the window. Result! She was early thirties ish and hot. As the dress fell it became apparent that se wasn't wearing a bra as her small pert tits bounced as she bent forward. I actually gasped out loud as.