’ I followed her to the baggage claim area and along the way, I found that I simply could not take my eyes off of her butt. There is something about...the sight of a woman’s ass in tight blue jeans that brings my blood to the boiling point. I knew that she had caught me staring at her at least half a dozen times, but to her credit, she simply smiled and winked at me saying nothing. After retrieving my bags, she led me outside to the parking lot and on to an old red Chevy truck with a dual wheel. "What does a spy do on his days off?" Well, first off, I'm not a spy. I can't tell you what I do, but I can tell you I'm not a spy. Not in the sense you mean."Riley thought to herself that he couldn't have any idea of the sense she meant, but she let that go."Okay. What does someone like you do on his days off?" Well, I go out to eat, for one thing. That's always a treat. And today I went to the mall. Did you get my email?" I did," she said. "What is this thing that reminded you of me?" I can't. Ann drove her back. They had an interesting conversation. Ann rounds out the day. Joyce and I fixed dinner together. We talked a little about Joan. Joyce found the ties to Jean fascinating. Joyce left about six. I worked on 3i business until Ann arrived. That was about nine. We hugged, gently. There was wonderful chi transfer. We moved upstairs and undressed each other. We talked about Thanksgiving on the way. She redid the bandages on my back. Then we did our teeth and went to bed. We. John got up and took Kathy’s place on Pauls cock sliding his ass down over that bulbous head. Sarah looked at me and said “go on fuck Kathy” I got up and positioned myself behind Kathy and pushed my shaven cock into her very wet trimmed pussy where Paul had just been. “I need to go pee” announced Sarah disappearing through the door Wow Kathy had a tight grip on my cock with her pussy, Donna was moaning loudly in.