Our new ambassador had just arrived that morning via an American Airlines flight from Washington, D.C., and no one had really met him yet, much less h...is family. Bedecked in my Dinner Dress Whites (a military tuxedo for you land lubbers) I had been circulating throughout the seven room mansion chatting with different attaché's from other embassies and drinking when 'she' caught my attention. 'She' was an absolutely stunning woman and a definitely '10' by anyone's book. She looked to be at least. "Why are you so interested in English History?" I had just read one of the essays he had written for his diploma. My fierce red pen had little to do."It might be for the same reason that you do. I've lost my roots. I can never go back to Algeria safely - or to France. And why would I want to? My mother and my brother blame me for surviving my father. I have no other family. Only you. So I'm making new roots here in England where I feel safe. Local history helps me to get those roots down." And. "But Hector, how can I ever repay you for your help?"I could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, "Haga a otros, mi amigo, haga a otros." ****Then he said "Ahh – we have arrived in the marina! Your berth is just ahead."And Kay exclaimed "There's the ambulance! You're gonna be okay, Rob!"I remembered then, that Kay had no way to get home. "Kay? Check in the locker behind the berth down below. My wallet and keys are there, along with a green lockbox. Grab them and hang on to them for me,. . more!" she begged him, thrusting her hips upward while her fingers again twisted in his hair and she pulled his head even closer to the openly throbbing slit of her vagina. She was wild with excitement and the insane desire for more of this incredibly enchanting sensation.John Blodgett grinned sadistically as he plunged his lizard like tongue into the seething depths of her cunt while she pushed hard up against his face in total subjugation to his will. Her soft brownish pussy hair grazed his.