Jones, Ms. Snow, the officers on base have been scrambling to put together a welcome since the State Department requested that your flight be diverted...here with such short notice. I have been ordered to take you ladies and your guest to the VIP cafeteria until the embassy sends someone to pick you up." Thank you for the welcome lieutenant," I replied as we slid into the seats of the all - terrain vehicle.In the VIP lounge Vicky and I were trying to drink what the Air Force passed off as coffee,. Our guest is not bad looking for an older woman, her smile is nervous and tight lipped, her eyes cool blue, her skin fairly pale.Cartoon Charley speaks, “Hello there ... Who are you?” It’s a very friendly greeting, but very fake too.Our guest is well spoken, with a soft and friendly west country accent that suggests she’s a little shy, her answer delivered to camera rather than to the animated slut ‘beside’ her. “Hello, my name is Maria Sinclair. I’m a 55 year old mother of two, and grandmother. To woh roj raat ko chat par aati thi. Aur main bhi jaan bujh kar usi time par chat par jaya karta tha. Main bas us ki chuchiyon aur chuttado ko hi dekhta rehta tha. Uska figure tha 34 28 26. Woh bahut sundar aur sexy thi. To maine socha ki sirf dekne se to kamm nahi chalega.To ek din woh chat par ghoom rahi thi to maine uske samne apni chaddi mein hath dal diya aur dhire dhire muth marne laga. Usne dekha to use bhi acha laga. Woh janbujh kar andekha kar rahi thi. Par baar bar meri taraf dekhti. Once we were over the rise on which the farmhouse and its outbuildings sat, June wrapped her arms about me and nuzzled my back, letting her hands explore well below my belt buckle. I knew what she was looking for and so did it.The place where the fence had collapsed was on the far southern edge of the cleared land. I helped the girl down, caressing her here and there as I did, handed her the canteen to put in the shade and set to work. She sat beneath a tree on the hillside and watched, sulking.