I know you want this,” he growls and pushes me against his desk so that I am trapped. “You have a wife. I won’t be some little whore you fuck! I...��m not a home wrecker,” I hiss back at him. He pauses at my words before smiling, “Sweet, sweet Anne. Quite frankly, my wife doesn’t care. She already filed for a divorce,” he chuckles. I open my mouth but no words come out. I am in shock at what he is saying. “You really don’t know what effect you have on me, do you?” He eliminates any space between. I said “can I taste you” we moved to the bad and she said “ok” she slipped a couple of fingers into her shaven cunt withdrew them and offered them to me, I sucked licked and swallowed all of the cunt juice I could, she was soaking wet and tasted sweet and a little musty, perfect.I laid back on the bed and she pulled my cock upright from its base and began to slap her tits onto it I was mesmerised with her swinging big heavy tits, she than took each nipple in turn and rubbed it into the piss. "So when can we get together and ... uh, shoot the breeze?" That's why I was calling. Listen carefully. I'm a long ways away, think hundreds of miles above the Earth. When I come in, I need to get in and out quickly, so I need you to call everyone and get them to your Uncle Joseph's. It's time we got everyone home, and we'll need to take care of several things before we do." Uh, what ... oh yeah, I forgot about that damn time delay. OK, I'll call everyone. When should we be there?" The delay is. It was waiting on the front steps of the County Sheriff’s Office in Bartow where we both showed up at to bid on a bankrupt citrus grove. Ben was not the citrus baron he would be by Nineteen Seventy, but he was smart, rich and aggressive. In the year before his death, in Nineteen Ninety, Ben Hill Higgins was ranked two hundred and sixty first on the Forbes Four-Hundred list. By then was a huge force in Florida politics and agriculture.We were introduced by Sheriff Cowell when it was clear that.