My hands wrapped around his body pulling up his shirt. He leaned off of me and pulled the shirt over his head, I smiled and sat up pulling my shirt of... as well. I undid my pants and pulled them down kicking them off to the side. He stared at me and pulled me on top of him kissing my neck down to my collar bone then back up to my jaw line. I exhaled a deep jagged breath moaning softly as his lips barely touched my skin. He kissed my lips lightly and pulled back a little “what do you want?” he. She put her hand inside my t-shirt, and took it off, ran her soft hands on my chest, and kissed there. She went down on her knees, unbuttoned my pant, then started to pull on my underwear ever so slowly, kissing on the skin as it was exposed. I was just lost in the moment, running my hands in her hair. Then as she made me nude, she took my penis in her hand, and caressed it for a moment, kissed the head, licked the bottom, and finally, put it in her mouth and started to suck it. After a moment,. “you’re interesting”, she added.I still couldn’t figure out who was with her, and she saw my confusion and smiled. “so, you are trying to figure out who is accompanying me?, maybe it’s my husband?”, she was teasing me because she knew i had no idea who the fuck she was with. I looked at the beer mug next to hers and noticed a subtle trace of lipstick on the edges. It was definitely a lady, accompanying her! I got that and smiled to her. “i am sure you’re here with the lady and i can bet”, i. These bread and butter jobs arethe kind of work that pays to keep the wolf from the door. Thank Godfor husbands who can't keep their trousers zipped up and wives whowon't keep their knickers on. There was a steady stream of spouses whowould make their way to my scruffy office with tearful appeals for meto find out whether Charlie or John or Samantha or Linda were strayingfrom the straight and narrow.I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Philippa, 28 years oldand a private detective in.