She looked damn sexy with her bare legs standing in only the loose white shirt that was just about covering the pussy. Between the shirt button gaps I...could see the elegant purple panty. I asked her to come to bed. Without looking at me directly, she stepped out of the skirt and walked up to me in a slow sexy style and sat next to me. Her body smelled of some great expensive perfumes that were so intoxicating. I touched her cheeks gently caressing the face and down the neck then pushing away. Getting around, having a good time, screwing all sorts of tarts, not giving a thought to your wives." Your perceptions are false. I can't prove to you that you are wrong and what is more can see no reason why I should even try. You had one bad egg. It doesn't follow that all the other eggs in the box are bad as well. Your mind is made up so carry on with your blinkered ideas. It makes no difference to me."She stared challengingly at me for a moment, then her face crumpled again and tears ran. He kept on fucking after Claire had stopped.She smiled radiantly, loving the feel of the hard meat sliding in and out.Jerry still hadn't made up his mind which end of this gorgeous blonde mother felt better, her mouth or her cunt. He decided to investigate further, knowing that she wouldn't object-that she was one of those rare and wonderful women who love it equally in either end.Pulling his prick from her pussy, he straddled her torso and wriggled up. Claire looked surprised that he had left. It surely isn't his money they're after, though. He's driving a PT Cruiser, for goodness sake. Shit. I missed my chance at the discovery of a lifetime. How in the heck can he look so young and heal so fast? Shit!Turning back to his desk, he signed the releases on Wilson. No use getting sued over this, but somehow I have to run tests on this man. He seems to be a walking fountain of youth. The lab typed and cross-matched his blood, then threw the sample away. Standard procedure, but shit, Wilson.