She told me how she appreciated how I had watched out for her since my Dad died. How I had pulled her through her depression. How in her mind I had be...come the man of the house. She also told me how I much I reminded her of my Dad and that he was here through me. Then she shocked me by telling me how she had always known that I was attracted to her. That she had always found it exciting but harmless. She also told me how she knew how I had preferred dating older women. "You like MILF's don't you. And give her a wink.Gwen laughs at this. I think she is starting to get my humor."This is Margaret." She introduces me to the woman who hugged her. She is a little shorter than me, which makes her about 5 feet 3, an average height. With short curly hair and pretty dark eyes, she could not have been too many years older then 16."Thatcher, right." I shoot back at Gwen.Margaret looks at me in confusion.Gwen just smiles. "Right, England's Prime Minister in the mid 20th century." Poor Margaret. I groaned as I felt with a few more thrusts, and I could have matched his orgasm with one of my own. After he pulled out of me, we lay side by side kissing and cuddled, I played with his cock and balls as I loved their softness. Once he was hard again I lifted my leg and brought it to my pussy again, he waited while I rubbed the outside of my clit with it to better arouse me, then I placed the tip inside the folds and he started to strobe me again. As before it was enjoyable, but again he cum. "May I inquire as to why you wish to speak to our security chief, Sir?" I went on to tell him who I was, and that I had worked in his country several years ago. He immediately switched to fluent French, and we continued our conversation. I told him what I knew about Boudrie, and the last place I had seen him. He in return told me his security chief had been killed just last night in the same area where I had seen Mr. Boudrie. I inquired if his country still was looking for him, and was told in.