I had to wonder if he somehow had the wrong city, and that he knew it, and was bullshitting the colonel to save his ass.When he implied that my father...s large textile factory situated near the airport was an aircraft assembling plant, the humour of it all was suddenly lost on me. I had been in that factory several times a week, and there was certainly no evidence of airplanes in any shape or form, only huge looms and weavers as far as the eye could see and hundreds of innocent employees toiling. Fifty ... a hundred women lined up who would do anything to get them.Rachel could have gotten one. All she'd have had to do was sleep with Horace Vandermeister. But his knowing sneer and his fat belly when he told her "the facts of life" left her so nauseated that she actually cursed at him. He had promptly, somehow, arranged for her to be assigned to the Hampstead Nebraska Consolidated School.She had appealed to her father to get her out of her assignment, but she couldn't tell him the real. I didn't love Eric. It was just sex. Just some wild, uninhibited sex that I was too embarrassed to ask my husband to provide."Brady scribbled another note.He said, "Did you know the PI reported to your husband that you had many lunches with Eric Snyder and would then go to a local motel for several hours?"She seemed shocked. "Well, I told you I had sex with him a couple of times a week."Brady looked at his note pad. "What you said was that you two had sex in his office one or two times a week.. In her room we stood and the both of us were unsure what to do when my cock started to get hard so I undid my belt and button and pulled down my zip and grabbed Jane's hand and put it on my hardening cock, she started stroking it gently making it go harder and harder. I started to unbutton her blouse and got my first glance at her big sagging tits, I reached round and undid her bra and began playing with them, Jane now began wanking my cock for me and I told her to go down and suck me which she.