She was very smart, beautiful and her ginger hair, white skin, brown eyes and modest proportions were the thing for you, and not to mention the desire...for not having children, you couldn't imagine yourself a father.You two dated for two years and then decided to marry, something not to exaggerated with only family and close friends. For another two years everything was happy, you had a job, study, a wife and you own home, but then fate kicked you in the head again and you wife told you that she. .." I am Oliver Prutton," he said, almost hyperventilating. "He is leading an investigation to try and find me. I want to talk to him." Oh," she muttered. "I'll see what I can do."Oliver rocked back and forth on his bench, watching the horizon. He had paid cash for his phone and done all his research at an Internet Cafe; he was untraceable he thought, but still knew he might need to make a quick escape.A police car turned off the main road and Oliver tensed only for it to pull up at the tiny. He kneels between her legs and start to go to work on her pussy. Starting with two fingers and very quickly I see his hand disappears in to Mrs C pussy. This whole time Sam has been laying with his cock in Mrs C mouth. Sam has his hands on Mrs C nipples twisting and massaging them. Jack is slipping his hand in and out of her pussy with ease now. He asks Mrs C if she wants both holes fucked now. She nods. With that jack helps her off the bed and Sam lays down. She climbs back on to the bed. Stuff like that. Feelings are big too - you do have an asshole streak" the conversation drifted to me needing to go talk to this girl. Huff is the thought as once again, C will fix it up, just ask.I buzzed their apartment and was let inside very fast. As i crested the top of the stairs i notice her, lookin as sweet as possible standing in the doorway to their rent controlled apartment. She was a former model, before the first 8 lbs of her first pregnacy took her from all that, she still.