I sat stone-faced on the living room couch, waiting for Donna to come home from work. My mind was racing with every possible thought about my tour and...what her reaction would be.Donna came in the kitchen door and saw me sitting, no expression on my face. I had that blank empty stare as if I’d received fatal news. In a way, it felt like I had died a little inside me. She knew something was wrong, thinking one of our family members had passed away.“What’s wrong?” She asked, coming to me quickly. .”Don't say it. I’m not being sexist. I know male reporters have been going into war zones for a hundred years. This is no different.” Becca nodded but acknowledged that she shared his concern. “I’m glad you understand, but dammit, Greg, I had it all. I need to get those drives soon. The clock is ticking now and if Dimitri finds them first, I won’t know it until i'm looking down the barrel of his Makarov.”“Why don't we just call the police, or the feds? Let them go in and kick the door on. I love the ocean and often come here to just walk and think. Days like today were meant for such an activity and I have ditched a few of my responsibilities for the murmur of the sea on the sand, the call of seagulls and the gentle laughter of people who like I, are enjoying the perfect day.My musings are interrupted by the impact of someone running full tilt into me, I am thrown face forward and come up choking from the water my face is dunked under. Strong hands pull me to my knees from my. I caressed her ass as her fingers and lips explored my shaft, balls and cock head. I was enjoying every touch of her hot tongue and moist red lips on my cock. I moaned in ecstasy from her expert teasing of my throbbing rod.Again I caught a glimpse of her bubble butt framed by the garter belt, thong and stockings.“Such a bad girl for teasing me again,” I moaned as her mouth enveloped my cock head. Whack! Kimberly gasped and squeezed my shaft tighter with her delicate fingers.“Such a hard.