” More murmurs. “Yes, please come home soon. I love you. Goodnight.” Another murmur and she hung up the phone. She stared at herself in the ...mirror. Eye makeup perfectly done to compliment her hazel-brown eyes, hair looking like gorgeous honey silk, and pure white soft skin that looked soft enough to touch. But she looked sad, sad enough to almost weep. “He was supposed to come home, he was supposed to be here,” She said angrily, seeming to only talk to herself. She bent over her phone to. ‘You know g-god damn well what I need.’ ‘Need, hm?’ She’s whimpering now. ‘Yes…’ Her voice trails off. I move higher, to where she’s wettest, ready. ‘Are you sure?’ She turns her head and looks me straight in the eyes, which I’m sure look as lust-filled as hers do when she says, ‘Fuck me.’ At that, I plunge myself as deep into her as I can get. Any sound she would have tried to hold back if she had had the time to think about it comes out of her at full volume at this point, ending up as a. When the virus became a pandemic, it was obvious that nobody would be travelling anywhere for a while. She put the business idea on hold for now.Prior to starting her own business, Sally had worked in London for the NHS. Her skill set in emergency planning was very much in demand and she was rehired for six months.She had rented a flat in Raynes Park, the nucleus of London’s expatriate South African community. She felt at home among her countrymen. The food and wine from home were readily. I'm just trying to keep people safe." Well, you're the best cop I've run into in a long time." You run into em' often?"This made Hayley laugh nervously and she accidentally flung her lipstick she had been holding out the window. It whizzed past the officer's head and started rolling down the street. "Oh god!" Don't worry, I'll get it for you." He went and chased down the little rolling golden cylinder and brought it back to her."Thank you so much. I'm such a clutz." No problem." He paused an.