”“Two. On the seventh.”December 7th. Pearl Harbor day. Swell.We drove to DC directly from Kansas City. Partly to not leave a digital trail throu...gh the airlines. But for another, more practical, reason too.It’s only a thousand miles or so, but we left early Tuesday morning; we’d break the trip into two segments and arrive fairly fresh on Wednesday for my Thursday meeting with Sarah Meriwether. Plenty of time to augment my Google Street View reconnoitering with a live survey of Lincoln Park.I. Once I got there, I started licking her clitoris rhythmically. I could taste her sweet pussy juices, they seemed almost ambrosial. Even my late wife’s cunt didn’t taste this magnificent when she was alive. I was subtle, trying to make sure that I didn’t quite bring her to orgasm. No, I wanted her to scream out with ecstasy when she took my cock. When she truly became mine. ‘Fuck me,’ she said as I started sucking her clit. ‘I know that’s what we’re both here for.’ ‘Mmmm.’ I took off my pants. We moved into spooning until i felt i couldn't continue and stopped. Just as we were finishing though, i heard the front door. Her brother had come home, or so he said. She sat naked with my cum still dripping from her pussy, in a panic we got dressed. I was lacking my shirt so tried hiding for some reason. We came up with the excuse we wanted to watch a film, but it was a region 1 so we had to watch it upstairs. He went downstairs and out again, then she asked why i was hiding as her brother. She was the most popular girl in school, eighteen years old, and every high school boy’s wet dream. Her breasts were nothing special, she was a small B cup. But what she lacked in breast size, she more than made up for with her perfect figure, excellent style, and simply irresistible face. She smiled at him and said, ‘Yeah, that was fun, well I’m going to go change now.’ She began to walk into the changing room when suddenly, she collapsed. ‘Samantha!’ Sean cried as he rushed over to her. Her.