She was now breathing heavily, and almost exhausted by what has happened so far. Greg proceeded sliding out her shorts while she recovered from her sh...ock. Below it was a pair of old fashion panties which he was not ready to take off at this moment yet.He proceeded to made love to Helen's face with his lips, kissing her all over on her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, chin, lips, nose, while his hands rubbed the sides of her body. He rubbed his thumb against her swollen tits and slowly rubbed it. She could hardly feel it, but she felt his cock twitching, and she could feel the sensuous wave of orgasmic saturation that he radiated through her.As he lowered her down so she could finish her shower, Béla realized that he would probably never do that to her again. But, somehow, he had seen the need for it now. His insight amazed her sometimes. She had needed him to withhold nothing from her, and he had provided her with that need. There was nothing separating them – no lies, no unshared. “All the time. Last month, Helen fled to Paris. She was there for nine days of partying. On the tenth day, when she and a few of her girlfriends came down to eat in the hotel restaurant, Sydney was waiting at a table.”“And?” he demanded imperiously from his oldest living Childe. A better explanation than the one provided so far was required.“I have a friend that was in the same hotel that afternoon with a client. He said that Helen dropped her purse in the middle of the floor, white as a ghost.. . what the hell were those things?" There was a bit of static and the base radioman said, "Three boats, six aircraft at the airbase ... oh, wait. Umh ... the LST just went down ... and two tanks. One of ours?" Pommy bastard," Junior said."The base commandant is here. It's Junior on the other end, sir. Princess Wendolyn Elizabeth Wanzor Austin." Princess? Are we at war?" It was a Brit, sir. And, sir ... please call me Junior. My mom is the princess ... I'm just the heir apparent." Junior? If you.