.... I’m stroking your monster horse cock” she retorted.“But why?” I asked as I turned to face her without disengaging her hand from my cock.�...�Because.....I’m a big cock girl..... and I’ve noticed how well your swimmers have been filled out”.I thought about that comment for a moment before I asked “But what about Dan?”She smiled and continued to wank me, before she responded “Dan and I are not exclusive.... he and I are free to fuck whoever we like.”I responded quickly with “Do you think that. The beginning of a thought started to form in Jakes mind. Suppose he wasn’t a homeless person, suppose he was someone pretending to be homeless? Jake stood up quickly full of energy. The bastard wasn’t attacking one of his own types through availability he thought, he was targeting the homeless woman deliberately. Planned and not random. Going to his boss’s office he laid out his idea. Sitting back in his chair the CI nodded and told Jake to re look at the incident sites and see if there was a. A long bar along the left as you walk in, huge, Wrigley-sized windows on the right.Phillip was dressed casually, a black single-breasted blazer, no tie, light grey summer slacks.Hug, cheek kiss, he seemed genuinely glad to see me. And why not? I looked good, knew I looked good. Sleeveless boatsman’s top with pink horizontal stripes. Long enough to cover my butt and reach almost to the hem of my white pleated skirt.He went with the turkey club while I ordered the blue corn trout. Only because my. Whilst physically I was an innocent, in my mind I was just waiting for the man to arrive. It was certainly going to be a man, of that I was in no doubt. And when, several years later, I saw Philip that Saturday in June, I just knew that my wait was over and that he was the man. Wimbledon Fortnight – first Saturdauy 1955. At the end of that momentous first Saturday afternoon of Wimbledon, I was home at four, listening to the tennis on the wireless and waiting within earshot of the phone. Four.