. to see Sevastopol, Yalta and Odessa in the Crimea. The instructions said call during non visiting hours before visiting. The some of us who wanted t...o see was limited to Zoe Flintkote ... and JW ... husband to Zoe ... because JW knew the golden rule... If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.Because we were visiting during non visiting hours our reception was by receptionist ... the thirteen year old daughter of the Consul General ... and only because she was passing by the gate at the same. She pushed the ‘unlock’ symbol on the key and was soon climbing into the driver’s side of the Navigator. Like his clothes it smelled of his cologne. She looked at the instrument panel and large steering wheel, wishing she knew how to drive.Another plane came overhead. It seemed very low and that meant the airport wasn’t that far away. But which one? She didn’t know where Patil had taken her so she couldn’t even guess. Could she buy a plane ticket? She would have to show some identification to. He looked up into her eye’s ‘Kiss me’ she said, he moved his lips towards her, his tongue met with hers, she could taste herself in his mouth, her tongue exploring inside his mouth tasting her sweetness. As they kissed she could feel his hardness, her hand moved down to touch him, her fingers closed around his hard cock, gently she stroked him, back and forth simulation what she wanted him to do inside her. She felt so soft and gentle on his hard cock. ‘I want you inside me’ she said ‘I want. My cock jumped again.That’s when Heather’s door opened down the hall. Honey slowly rolled off me and silently got out of my bed and closed her robe up. But not before I saw her pretty little mound, shaved down to a landing strip. Her inner thighs were glistening with her juices.“Thanks for the cuddle, Daddy.” She said quietly.“Anytime.” I said back.“What are you guys doing?” Heather asked as she reached my room.“Just a little Saturday snuggling” Honey said. Heather gave her a weird look even it.