" What's that suppose to mean?"She just winked at me and smirked. "Never mind, I was just being silly."We got home and cleaned up. Jan poured us som...e wine to relax and talk. It was going on 10:00, and I was getting a little tired and started to yawn."Was that a yawn?", Jan said."Yes, I'm sorry. It must be the altitude change and alcohol. I can't really play the jetlag card with an hour flight." No, you can't, let's go to bed."We got into the bedroom, and Jan came up to me and turned. All her teasing tonight had been unexpected, and fantastic. But now he was starting to worry. Finally the phone rang again."Hi." Hi. What are you doing? How come you're not up here yet?" I'm having another drink." You're what? All this teasing has been great, but I think it's enough now." Oh, I'm not teasing." What... What are you doing?" I'm having a drink with a very nice young man." You're what? Quit teasing." Another guy asked to buy me a drink, but I said no. Then this really good looking. ‘You have made them very sticky I think you need to lick them clean for me now,’ she said.Michael had never tasted his own cum so reluctantly knelt down and started licking his aunty’s stockings clean and amazingly found that he liked the taste and texture of his cum. This was arousing Sylvia and she took his hand and put it on the panties. Michael loved how wet she was and had soon slipped a finger inside his aunty’s wet pussy. Her orgasm was almost immediate.Sylvia went to the bathroom,. Aren't you up for some leave? You should be." Not for another two months. We'll have to grow eyes in the backs of our heads."Hossein Taraqi's house in Basra's outskirts was a safe haven. The Brigadier was there, and so was the British consul, and that meant that all leave was cancelled for the MP. There were two checkpoints Henry had so pass before he drove his Land Rover into the driveway of the big palatial house.Taraqi was a winner. Henry knew that he had studied economics in Edinburgh and.