”“What the fuck would it have taken to give a crap about her? Yeah, she’s a fucking clingy unstable mess. Anyone can see that. And you were thin...king of leaving her?” I started pacing again. “I don’t care if you’re dead. I don’t care how you died. Because I bet you anything, if you lived, and you gave her that note, there would be a different grave here, but it would still say ‘Baker’ on it. You get me?”Tears started to form in my eyes. Speaking of repression ... I didn’t ever want to say this. Cole. Went back there to kick him out, but was I surprised. Our prim and proper school marm Alice Watson was in bed with young Lieutenant Cole. Her legs were spread wide open and Lt. Cole was pleasuring her. From her moaning and the speed with which he fucked her she was having a real good time. Lt. Cole kept putting it to her and she writhed in pleasure until she exploded. Then the town’s school marm went down between Lt. Cole’s legs and began sucking his Johnson until he exploded in her. She shut her eyes and started tracing circles around her nipples. Her moans were short and high-pitched. Squeezing her nipples elicited an even better response as her juices began to make a wet spot on the bedsheets. I felt myself get wet as I watched the spectacle before me."This won't take long," she broke the silence, eyes still closed."Aah!" She shoved two fingers up her pussy and angled them upward, using her other hand to work her clit."Yes, yes, yes," she repeated. The sounds of her. 15 and arrives in Washington Dulles at 14.20. My mother’s plane back to Omaha leaves an hour earlier, so I’ll pick you up after she takes off. I guess I’ll be seeing you shortly…or I sure hope so. Daniel Jill ran her hand through her shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Tomorrow. There was a plane ticket for her back to the states tomorrow. After twenty-six years in a country that had never felt like home, despite her husband and sons, she would be going home. If the idea of traveling three.