Soon we had talked it all out and the conversation seemed to turn, inevitably, to our love lives. We smiled and laughed at how being divorced meant th...t we were suddenly being thrust back into the dating scene at the age of forty-three. We both agreed that it hadn’t been going that well so far. (Of course, I didn’t mention the wild scene in Pam’s room only an hour earlier).Maybe I was just horny because of what had happened with Pam; maybe I was intoxicated by the intimate sweetness of the long. Her tongue was running all over his huge cock and swallowed its head and gradually slide it through her curved lips into mouth and outwards.It repeated for a while. Rambo was on deep breathes with pleasure. It was an exciting scene to see her long black and thick hair spread all over her naked body. Sindoor spread on forehead and face turned red with desire and eyes half closed. I thought that he may shoot into her mouth but he didn’t. After a while she took it out and whispered something in. “Hey, I forgot I’m dealing with an experienced field agent! You’ve been doing this for what, half an hour now?”“Ten, if you count the flight.”“Heh ... And how’s your Arabic?”“Uhm... ‘Sharoon’, I’m afraid.”“What?!”“Sharoon? Bad?”“Oh, sharun! That means evil. You mean ‘sayiya’. Or in your case, ‘raihib’. Terrible.”“Thanks. So how did you end up with MI6?”“I didn’t. I’m a contractor. Technical advisor. But I volunteered to come and pick you up. I needed a break, anyway. I’ve been working on a car. Encased in casual if revealing attire. She looks as nervous as me, but we both put up a front and act as if we've known each other forever.Hi sweetie.Well, nice to meet you finally. Are you ready?For what?How about we start with a hug and take a walk?Her breasts push against my midsection, as I squeeze her I swear I can feel the nipples hardening. I take her hand and we begin to walk. There's a little awkward chit chat... I am so out of practice, but the further we go the more confidant I.