“Please tell us,” begged Nicola.“I mustn’t say a word before nine; you both know that,” he teased.Sharifa sat on his lap, somewhat shocking ...icola, and kissed him thoroughly.“Tell me,” she demanded, “Or you’ll never see me naked again.”“Sharifa!” Nicola exclaimed.“Tell me,” the tease repeated, “Tell me and I’ll get Nicola to strip for you as well.”“I’ll do no such thing,” said her indignant friend.“It’s OK. He much prefers watching me walk about naked; fucking me is only to persuade me to get. ."There is no John, just you and me, and you're doing what I say or Mummy gets copies of the video and all those stills you posed for."No!" she said and tried to make a run for it, but I was too quick and strong.I held her and got my hand under her skirt and eased down her panties revealing that hairless pussy, she screamed but the place is soundproof so it never worried me, "All that talk of fucking that was me little girl." I said, "You feel my big fat cock." What?" she said, "No John!" she. There had been gossip that Will was a player, an active player. Millie was not interested in ever becoming a player, she loved her husband too much. At the moment they were going through a bit of a rough spot in their marriage. The last thing Mille needed was trouble, and sure as hell not the kind that came from ending up in someone else’s bed. Millie wasn’t sure if Will knew that Scott, her husband, was a police officer. She felt it should be mentioned, but it had been her experience that. =========Not long before dawn he came up from the beach where he’d been fishing for most of the night. He was driving slowly along the access road, halogen lights blazing; it was a dark morning. He was still wearing his rubber waders; his poles and tackle box, the cooler with the half-dozen bluefish he caught, stowed in the back of his truck. He’d caught only a fleeting glimpse of the car up ahead, lights off, pulling stealthily away from where it had been partially hidden just off the side of.