As a moan escaped her, she ran to her room, shaking, and feeling a hunger she had never felt before. Burying herself in her covers, she touched hersel...f for the first time. Her fingers sliding over her slit, finding her excitement flowing from between the soft untouched folds of flesh. As she slid her fingertip over her clit, she moaned, feeling so good, but wishing it was him, wanting it to be him. Slipping her fingers into her tight little cunt she quickly felt the first wave of orgasm crash. LukeBloody women and their doublespeak. First, it’s code for something, needing a pee, I think. Then she’s saying about showing off naked, was that a jibe at me or was she saying she was willing to get fully involved in the after match celebrations. And then the ‘Thank you’, it was too disjointed to be for the sex and besides I should be thanking her. If only someone would publish a Woman to English dictionary, it would soon overtake the bible as the top selling book.While all this is going. I watched her as she worked; she wore a simple cotton dress in a floral pattern that came to just above her knee. Her toned legs were bare, with equally simple leather sandals on her feet. She’d pulled her shoulder length auburn hair back in a ponytail, and secured it with a pink tie. She was lightly tanned, and her freckles seemed to glow on her skin.Sam noticed my gaze, and the color came back in her cheeks. She turned and pulled a dish out of the oven. “Dinner is ready,” she announced. “Will. . and huff.Alice has never come right out and laughed ... but I have seen her struggling to keep from it.“My aircraft,” I said gruffly.Alice immediately relinquished control. “Your Aircraft.”I wrung that bitch inside out. When we were level and headed eastish, I said, “Your aircraft.”“My aircraft,” Alice said, “The admiral got you again.”“Yes ... the fat bastard.”“Feel better?”“No ... but I’m OK.”Sydney International has a flight of some kind ... in or out in the 45 an hour range. Not Atlanta.