." the henpecked husband started again.They were currently travelling through a wooded area on a quiet country lane, and Lorraine snapped."Silence, st...op the car," she ordered."What, but why?" asked a perplexed and nervous John."Stop the fucking car," raged Lorraine.John pulled off the road onto some grass that bordered the quite thick woods and he turned to look at his wife, whose eyes were ablaze with anger."Get out of the car," she ordered, and for a moment John thought that she was leaving. “Who did your team interview? My men would have requested guidance from our office if they had been interviewed, especially if they thought they were going on the record. Our procedure is that they report operational concerns to us before they initiate actions there. Issues at one embassy certainly can involve other embassies. I received no request for guidance,” Vicky replied.“I don’t know! If the directive was viewed as for leadership only, then the ball was dropped and we have horrible gaps. Talking, and when they both passed out, Zoe woke up to find Griffin sleeping on top of her, his cheek resting on her breast. She felt his body shudder, pressed against hers. Her breast peeked out from her shirt, pulled down from tossing and her cousin's cheek. Closing her eyes, she pretended to sleep, refusing the heat to rush to her cheeks as he gave a start and, not moved but, just laid there. The heat didn't go to her cheeks, but the freshly shaved lips of her pussy. Twitching at the. And those few times I met her, she would pamper me a lot (obviously, given the circumstances). So, mom in my mind was more a concept – a very affectionate woman who loved me and was ready to anything I asked her for. And I liked her for that.As puberty hit, I discovered the new found joys of masturbation. Studying in a boarding school for boys only, I didn’t know any girls in my life. So, I had resort to newspaper clippings of heroines and porn stars or imagine wild fantasies of them in my mind.