As Philippe opens his eyes again he notices something familiar. From this vantage point he can drink in this site to his heart’s content. There, sit...ing on Josie’s waistline like a solitary sentinel guarding its plot of her stomach jealously, is the most beautiful beauty mark. Philippe smiles inwardly at the thought that it belongs to him. Even though he realizes this idea is absurd, he likes to think that he has claimed ownership of this haven, thinking how nice it would be to live there. . I have a small waist, 36C breast size, and an ass my boyfriend describes as bitable. I have long black hair that stops half way down my back and light blue eyes. "Well hello there, handsome," I said, smiling as he got in next to me. "Hello, beautiful." He put his arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. "Mmm, Amelia. It's been to long since I've kissed this lovely mouth," he murmured pressing his mouth back to mine, slipping his tongue inside. I let out a soft moan. I loved kissing him. I. I’d brought Zeke after talking things over with Greg and Jamie, and then conferring with the FBI. Greg had been gone eighteen months, so we decided we needed someone who knew the latest version of our software to work with him to ensure things moved along as quickly and efficiently as possible.When everyone had their marching orders, the room mostly cleared, leaving the two FBI Agents, two CPD Detectives, Jamie, and me while everyone else headed to the ‘Gold Coast’ offices of Hart-Lincoln to. “Not bad. Coconut vanilla. How did they know it’s my birthday?”I shrugged, even though it was my doing. I’d asked the chef if he could make her a cake. The word had obviously spread.Three bites and Callie passed her plate to me. “You finish it.”I did, but only to avoid disappointing the chef. Callie had no sweet tooth. She rarely ate deserts. In fact, she didn’t eat much of anything. Unlike me, she was a grazer. I was more a gorger - eat when the opportunity presented itself in case meals were.