" "Well, then. So did I. And you were soaked with it when our maskscame off." I reminded her. "Me!?" she cried. "Shit girl! You had sperm dripping o...f every partof you!" "And you loved it." I shot back. "Just like you did." Ann said sharply. All this talk was remindingme of the sticky feeling I had on my tits, and stomach and everywhereelse. My rear felt sticky and my pussy was still sopping wet. I drovecarefully, not wanting to get a ticket. That would be embarrassing! "And what was that. “Do you have any clothes I can wear?” She finally asked, a little of the tension starting to dissipate from her voice. I gathered the clothes I’d laid out on the back of the couch and handed them to her. “They might be a little big on you, but they’ll do the job.” She smiled as she accepted them. “Are you hungry?” I asked disappearing into the kitchen to give her enough privacy to get dressed. “I’ve got some stew.” “That sounds good.” I heard her say. “How long has it been snowing?” I picked. “You have got to be kidding,” I said.“That small school with a domed stadium.”“Have you ever tried playing football outside during the winter in North Dakota?” he asked.“Forget it,” I said laughingly.We were driven about twenty miles to a palatial estate. Meeting us at the door was Mrs. Arnold Brubaker the wife of our client.She introduced herself as Alice Brubaker and said, “I assume you two are the young Bradley Franklin Morrison and his beautiful wife Jennifer, I have been expecting you. I. ‘Laughing at our own jokes are we Hannah?’ smiled Susan, her PA. ‘Remind me to phone up and have you taken away and locked up, you are a danger to us all.’ Susan was always teasing her, but only when they were alone. Perhaps it was time to place her 51-year-old assistant on the back foot. ‘Susan, please excuse me for being personal and don’t answer it if it’s an unacceptable question, how many times do you have sex, and do you consider that insufficient, about right or too much? I’m thinking of.