“New perfume?” I asked.“No, it’s a room fragrance, saffron tangerine,” she said. “It’s supposed to be the smell of Africa.” Her commen...t was so matter-of-fact, but the aroma didn’t do that much for me. We had been in western Kenya and among the beautiful peoples of the Kikuyu, Luo, and Kalenjin, but this smell did not smells take me there. This had to be something else.“Does it work for you?” I asked.“Not even close,” she said. When she was in the shower, I picked up the book. Turning to the. I swallowed.It wasn’t as bad as I thought. I had always been adamantly against swallowing, but once the semen made it past the taste buds, there was very little discomfort involved. The fact that Kenni’s semen was sweet alleviated all regret. It was with an almost hungry eagerness that I swallowed the rest of my lover’s tasty nectar. I ingested every last drop, going so far as to groan when the semen ran out. But then the cock retreated and Kenni pulled away, and I was reminded of the. Her small breasts protruding out away from her tight pink pageant t-shirt.“Married for 18 years. Two children. A career. You’ve had more life experience than everyone in the room Mrs. Jackson.” He pulled the biography down and looked her in the eyes, “Why the sudden change? Honestly the Mrs. America pageant seems beneath your qualifications.” He scratched his chin again as he squinted towards her, “You don’t seem to be the Mrs. America type.”“Type?” Katie was puzzled. Her body was already. We all met our wives on those Teams. Sawyer and I in Cambodia and Tweed in Luang Phrabang." So you guys have been together for quite a while then," Broyles said."Yes, quite a while," I answered."When will you be able to move this radio in with our other equipment?" he asked getting back to business."I'll be moving it directly to the C-130 after re-signing for it. It won't be out of my sight after it's signed back over to me," I told him. "It's classified Top Secret - Eyes Only," I informed him.