The day after, around 11 o'clock the bell rang: yes, he´s here and that mean I´m gonna take a shower by the end of the day, and that was a huge good...news to me.I ran to the door and here he goes my plumber. Nice man, not very tall, around 170 cm, in shape, a bit of grey hair, he was maybe around 45 year old. I tell him the problem and in a matter of time he started fixing the prob. In the meanwhile I asked him if he would like to have something to drink, a coffee or a tea, he went for a coffee,. ‘You could be our king. Trust me, you would really, really like it. Men don’t go too long without sex, it’s not good for them, and they usually have as much sex as they’d like.’ With raised eyebrows, I asked her if there would be a queen. She giggled cutely, and rose for a moment to leave the room. ‘I’ll tell you all about it, just… let me change into something. It doesn’t feel right being in front of a man wearing my grubby gardening clothes.’ With a grin I nodded, and she left for a few. I sat behind my rifle, looking through the scope at the FBI agent who was sitting in a glider on the Hartnet/Vander front porch. Christmas eve ticked down to midnight, then it became Christmas. I guess some people were at church. We were here sighting down a sniper rifle hoping to get a shot at some bad guys.I had taken my eye off the scope and was rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes when Arti jostled my elbow. I took a quick look at my wristwatch: 1:33 a.m. She was looking through her binocs. They sat down and just looked at each other. Caitlin leaned over and pulled Chriss face towards hers. She kissed him, hers fingers gliding over his head. His moustache tickled her nose. Chris pulled her body closer to him, his hands on her ass. He pulled her up a bit so she could move her legs to straddle him. She could feel his cock under her. It was hard. They kissed passionately. Caitlin moved her hands down Chriss body. She fumbled briefly with the button and zipper on his pants. Chris.