Uh, remember I told you about the Jimenez brothers running a chop shop?" Paul nodded without taking his eyes off the road. "That's not all, they're in...o prostitution, drugs, and ... and other things." You have proof of that in the deposit box?" Paul asked. "Are you gonna give it to the FBI?" Uh ... no, not the FBI, someone else who'll take care of it." Who?"The back of Uncle Andy's head was to Paul as he stared out the side window. "Uh, besides what I already told you, the Jimenez brothers hit. But with eachstep my mood brightened. Pam wasn't his girlfriend, and Jaclyn wasn'teither! So why would he tell me that if he didn't think I cared abouthim ... or if he didn't care about me? When I got to the kitchen I foundMrs. Taylor as I'd expected, but when she asked me what was up I justtold her I was sorry for being out of it, that I hadn't been feelingwell, but now I was fine. "Are you sure you're okay, Sandy?" sheinquired. "I can't have you serving if you're sick." No, no, I wasn't sick. She happily agreed and moved onto her four, ready to be fucked wildly by me. I moved at her back and for the first time, had a very close look at her buttocks. They were enormous. No other word for it. I kept on looking at her gracious ass and squeezing them instead of entering her. She looked at the back and asked me,” What are you up to? Did you like my back that much?” I told her,” I simply loved her ass. That was the most beautiful body organ of her. Can I ask you a favor? Can I fuck you in. “Yeah. Mind stuck on work, need someone to yank it away.”“I am good at that.” She put the box down by the couch, sat down, and hooked her arms over the back of the seat. “I mean, I could ruin it, and tell you I don’t want the Carthians and Invictus fighting to get any worse, but I assume you’re already fighting for that.”“I am, ish. Turio and MacDonald have their reasons, and ... and...”“And?”“You remember what I said to you, that first night at my apartment?”“Hit me.”“That I was sick of.