How well, we don’t know. They have been seen at a party together entertaining men in California just before your wife’s death. We don’t think Na...cy knew about you or your kids. We think that is where Mr. Kibble met Diane and her husband.”“I just called Mr. Kibble and told him I had found, in the books that all most a million dollars is missing, and he told me not to worry about it. And he told me he will be in his office on Friday and wants me to come in.”“Good he will be in town then,” Beth. You must be very brave. If you wish, we can become pen pals.Sincerely,Diane Miller[/INDENT]“Diane.” Tommy experimented with the name in his mouth and mind. “Diane. Pretty name.” He pulled out his box of plain white stationery.[INDENT]Dear Diane,It was with great satisfaction and pleasure that I received your letter, and with some embarrassment that I read your comment on my photograph. I wore my dress uniform for the ceremony. Most days, I do not look like that.Your modesty is refreshing. It only make me want you more. You grasp your cock and caress the outside of my V with it, and you know all I want you to do it to put it in. ‘Do you want it?’ you ask with a smirk. ‘Yes,’ I reply quietly, almost out of breath from being so turned on. Then I shoot you a longing look and add, ‘don’t make me beg.’ Seeing that lust in my gaze makes you go crazy, and you slide in your dick into my tight, awaiting pussy with total ease. At this point I can only moan in pleasure while you pound me. My cock was going crazy, shooting around and dancing like John Travolta on acid in Saturday Night Fever. I wanted it to be touched. I needed it to be touched. To be caressed, squeezed. Played with. Grasped inside of her hand and stroked up and down, and maybe even slipped inside the warmth of her mouth and sucked on.She glanced down towards it, and returned back to the prize that she left till last. She got some water on the cloth, and placed it over my cock and balls, and then rinsed the water.