I slept the best sleep I'd had in months.I woke startled, on high alert. Instinctively I reached for my gun. As I smelled the fresh coffee, I relaxed.... wrapped the sheet around me and stumbled to the kitchen. On the coffee maker was a note. It read: Stormy, last night was fun and I want to see you later tonight. A lipstick kiss was emblazed on the paper along with her address. Be here at 6 please, I’ll have dinner waiting followed by her phone number.I pulled into her drive at six o’clock on. "I've never been the one controlling it!" She practically jumped around on the bed getting my legs into place and secured. I tugged on them and honestly didn't think I could break out of it even if I wanted to. She jumped off the bed saying, "One Sec"I heard water running and a bit of splashing before she came back out. She climbed up on the bed and straddled me, her pussy hot and wet on my now hard member. She slid up and down the length, coating it with her juices while she thrust her tongue. Monday she was trying to figure out how she could drive almost seven hours to get the fucking her pussy was begging for. Then all of a sudden her father in law solved her dilemma. She confided in him about this a week ago. The family vacation this year will be moved from Panama City to Daytona. That way she could slip off and have sex every day for an entire week.On the first day in Daytona they got settled in and after the k**s and her husband had headed to the beach she asked her father in. Sixteens with Jongo, he change mind last minutes when other fellows be joshing at him." Sixteen porters, you say. Hmmm." I did the quick math. We'd save about 350 Congolese dollars, or very nearly six pounds sterling.I strode off in search of Tess. I found her unpacking some of our trunks in the hut that we'd been assigned to."Tess, love of my life, sweet one, help-mate and so on, Mbuto has come to me with a request from some of the porters, don't you know?" Oh? What's that, dear husband of.