"Maybe at one point I thought I was, but that was some time ago. Maybe I thought it would happen again when she first arrived, but it hasn't. I mean, ... care about her, of course, and I guess I do love her in a way, but I'm not in love with her."Amanda suddenly looked relieved and managed a weak smile."Now you have me curious. Why was that important to you?" He paused, and his eyes widened in shock. "Wait, you're not ... you're ... with me... ?" No!" Amanda said a bit more loudly than she. It says "Report on Secret Agent Anna Smith" on the front page. He opens the dossier with a stern look on his face. The first page contains a set of photographs taken with a telescopic lens.A stunningly beautiful blonde woman is stretched out on the sun deck of a luxury yacht. The first thing he notices is her amazing body, tall and slim with long legs and an expansive bosom well exposed by a skimpy white bikini. He can't see her face because her head is turned to a middle aged fat bald man. "Before he could comment, her head had dropped back to his prick and she once more busied him with her mouth. This time there was less hesitancy. Hungrily, she sucked at him, her cheeks hollowing deeply. Her tongue also came into play, swirling around and around over the sensitive surface of his glans.Appreciatively, he reached down and stroked the uptilted curves of her exposed ass. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and excited waves of gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine. He scooted. ”So we grabbed more tissues and I wiped myself and my pants off while he wiped off his bed. I then got some more and cleaned it up off the carpet. I was apologizing but he said not to worry about it and he just wished he could cum like that. I was pretty embarrassed about the whole thing so I split pretty quickly. Pat said we had to do it again but I was pretty evasive and said I’d see him later. I got on my bike and rode home thinking about how good it had felt and how soon I could do it.