Wes lifted me up and sat me on the pool table and I laid back, my legs spread wide apart. His mouth and tongue found their target and he was making me... wetter and hornier. Within a few minutes we were both on the pool table and Wes was slowly fucking me. Concerned only with what we were doing and with the storm raging outside we did not hear Ken come in to the house through the kitchen door. He had left a message on the answering machine earlier that day saying he would be home later that night. The speed that Heather disengaged gave her answer and for Jennifer it was naughty so no contest there.”When they had all done had recovered their breath Heather looked at her son and not daughter in law and asked if they had enjoyed the show. They most certainly had was the reply.. As the evening progressed more of the guest went up to the playroom if only because it had been designed to be a comfortable place to lounge around. Luc and Veronique had decided that the honour of La France demanded. At that time, without me noticing, he lets a plastic bag, fall from under his sleeve. Covering it with my clothes. ?But you have nothing to hide, do you?? ?No?, I reply. My voice shaky. He continues to search through my bag, and pauses, looking up from my bag, and looks around, signalling to a guard. Suddenly, I get nervous as two large guards walk over to the table. The office talks to them, in their native language, and then turns around to me. ?I believe we have a problem,? he says, holding. .."- James TaylorIt was the Friday morning before Raul's and Barbara's wedding. Scott Rogers was looking out the window, searching for familiar landmarks as his flight prepared to land at the Columbia airport.Scott was the vice-president of operations for a software services company. It was headquartered in the Orlando area, so it had been a fairly short flight. As usual when visiting his little sister Barbara and his nephew Bobby, it felt like he spent more time getting through the airport.