" Opening the cell phone, he said, "Yes?"'Sorry for the subterfuge, but I'm sitting at lunch with my wife and she knows me inside out. Having a conver...sation without a communication device would have raised questions we don't want to answer at this point. Go ahead, but make it short please.''Of course, Mr. President. As of one hour ago we started batting around the idea of launching a gate to Miklit's home world. There were several pros put forward concerning this idea, but the three outstanding. “Damn, baby. You’re beautiful,” I had told her. Cathy’s cotton panties were all that was in the way of my access to that pussy. I had pulled Marsha close, squeezed an ass cheek, fondled a titty and kissed her, “Lay down girl, let me get these pussies wet.”I had then pulled off Cathy’s panties and found a moderately hairy, dark brown bush.Once more, Cathy said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”Marsha had positioned herself beside Cathy and replied, “Relax honey, you’re in for a treat. Dean is. She said it was no problem and she wanted to something for me besides lunch. So we went into the kitchen where she had fixed some great soup and black bread.We ate and talked about the movie and some of the history of the area. She tols me she had been born on the coast and her parents had gone to England when the war broke out and grew up there, only moving back to Holland when she was 20. She also told me she was divorced for about five months and that her ex-husband had gone to France to. I suppose I was probably three-quarters of the way through my journey when Brian called me on my mobile phone to inform me that he'd eaten something that must have been a little off. Brian didn't think that a couple of days on the yacht with bad attack of Delhi-belly was really a good idea, and I had to agree with him.As a matter of fact I couldn't believe how fortuitous Brian's attack of the screaming sh ... the runs was. For weeks my wife Shirley had been harping on at me to paint the hall at.