Thank you," I gasped as I came hard inside her for the first time in weeks. And harder than perhaps in years. She put her hand back over my face to mu...ffle my screams.Clara rose slightly, leaned to one side and dropped back on the bed beside me.She put her mouth against my ear. "Clean me up," she whispered. Trembling, I rolled over and slid down her body until my mouth was in her cunt. I shoved my face into her sopping wet hole and sucked my cum out of her. As I did so, I realized that I was. " That raises more questions than I know the answers to. Is there someone here that's a Customs specialist or you'd assign to those problem cases?" That would be Marco who wears his waders to work every day."There was a chair at my desk, so I rolled it around to Marco's desk, and said, "Tell me about Customs. I don't know if you've got the time right this minute, but I want to watch what you do, and learn about the problems you face in Customs. Is it a hand full of countries that are the main. " "Well thank you. So are you, I don't know why you aren't a model too," she said, smiling."Me? No way. I can't be sexy it's just impossible. I could never get down the sexy look, like that thing with the eyes that models do," I replied."Oh you mean this," she asked, looking at me with her sexy model look."Yes! Exactly that. I cannot do that. I have tried so hard, but I just look stupid," I said.She laughed a little, "It took me a while to get it," she took a sip of her drink, then continued,. "I'm okay Justin, I'll be right out," she said to me. "Just give me a minute." "Hey, I want you happy, and I want Gwen happy. I will do anything I can to make that happen." I couldn't help but look at my step-mom. She was in her mid-forties, and she still looked good to me. She had light brown hair down to her shoulders, and her body was tight. Her boobs were large, but they were perky. She was wearing a thin blue bathrobe that was exposing her leg and thigh. I walked over and sat on the bed.