After all, I can either expose or harm them, spoiling their plans.”“Just focus and tell me what you’re observing,” she suggested, understandin... the less he obsessed, the better off he’d be. She wanted him relaxed, not stressed and paranoid. That was more likely to attract undesired attention—especially in the middle of a tourist mecca.Phil indicated someone to the side of them with his head. “Manic-compulsive. His consist of several smaller critters carrying lists.”“You mean paper lists? What. Soft, moist and getting wetter. I could smell the hotness of her sex. It wasn't going to be long now before the taking of this lovely creature. As I ran my fingers over her vagina they became moist and slid right into her. I heard a big intake of breath as she pushed her mound against my fingers, taking more into her sex.I pulled my hand out of her panties A soft moan left her lips, then I slid her jeans down her legs and onto the floor. Then I stood up and sat her on the edge of the bed and. I tugged and pulled at the cuff of her slenderness, Her jeans yielded with giggles of youthfulness, And released the scent of her womanliness, Her panties slipped off with wet sultriness. Her knees bent with long feet on the sheets, She spread her lanky, shapely legs wide, And watched me bow on my elbows before her, Her chin to her chest and her eyes to mine with anticipation, A field of golden wheat was before my sight, Sodden with the scent of harvest, Dew hot, rich and thick, Wet. "Come on yourself Sarah," he wheezed. "I've already fucked you three times. I'm dead." You're only twenty years old," I said. "Besides, the second time was in my ass. That doesn't count." How the hell does Mr. Miller keep up with you?" he gasped."My husband loves me," I said seriously. "He would push himself until he had a heart attack to please me if I needed him to. But I think he's just in better shape than you are. He runs a lot." Well maybe you should get home and wait for him to come home.