We met in the middle, a tangle of limbs. ‘James, James you’ll never know how much I missed you.’ my voice was barely audible behind the sob in ...my throat. ‘I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done’ ‘No Maggie, I’m sorry, I’ve been so stupid, all these years’ We crushed our bodies together, as if the distance between us had been hurting us for so many years, and finally, a remedy for our aching hearts had arrived. He pulled me into his lap, clutching at me like a frail child in his strong. ?" Grace started to say. Then, "All right, Michael."I was too busy scanning to reply, and she must have sensed this, for she said nothing else as she went back in the Lodge.They were both dressed in camouflage, and the sniper was lying prone, with a very long rifle in front of him. The rifle was mounted on a bi-pod, and had a big scope attached to the top. He was looking through the scope, and had become slightly excited when he spotted Grace and me leaving the Lodge. His position gave him a. Wet and wanting. Hot and dripping. I wrapped my strong arms around her legs to give her some support. My hands held her waist tight. I looked at her beautiful pussy. Shaved clean. Fat lips. Cum tracing them. So inviting. Her scent luring me closer. I pulled her down so she sat of my face slightly and slid my tongue deep into her quenching the need inside me. She was salty and sweet. Wet. So wet. Her juice covered my tongue, my lips, my nose, my chin. My god, I lapped at my mistress’ pussy like. Mary Popov had brown eyes and dark brown hair and a symetrical face that reminded me of someone—but I didn't remember who she reminded me of. I reported in, Army style. I snapped to attention in front of her desk and saluted."Ma'am," I announced, "Lieutenant Thomas Edwin Lawrence reports!" El Tee Tee El, eh?" Mary mused. "Knock off that saluting stuff. We don't go in for that nonsense here. One more thing—if you call me Mary Poppins, you'll be sorry!"THAT was who Operations Officer Mary Popov.