Do you need the phone? Let me guess, you already have the number. Yeah, thought so. I'm starting to like you, kid. Call me when you find something." S...e hung up and handed Rod's phone back to him."What the hell is going on, Bex? Who was that?" Short version? I have no clue. Not who he is, how he got your number, nothing. All I know is that he knows about that girl." She pointed to the folder. "He says he saw her killed. But he didn't know where it happened, who she was, nothing; just a general. It thrilled me, made me feel alive, feminine, and powerful.His lusty eyes stared at my face and body nonstop, whether I was under him or on top, he was enjoying the sight of me. He loved my tits, watching them bounce around as I rode his cock. He encouraged me to play with my tits while I rode him cowgirl-style. When he was on top of me, he was his dominant self, running his arms under the crook of my knees, bending my legs back, fucking me hard and deep until I was clawing his back and. "I'll thinkabout it, look I need to go I'm meeting Amanda later," he said as hestarted to mount the stairs.Debbie looked at me. "He'll do it," she said quietly as a smile crept onto her face.It was Tuesday morning before George finally agreed to the Debbie's plan.As I made breakfast for Melissa he came in from the barn. "Look I thinkthis idea stinks a bit but it's only fair you should be at your Dad'sbirthday so ok lets run with it. But on no account does anyone tell Amandaand you also better. You know, those ways you thought were so sexy when we talked about them on our honeymoon. Hey, how are you dealing with our separation?”“Are you sure there isn’t more? One of the guys on the alternative shift has been hitting on me and says there are always women out there that like being sluts. Is that how you handle your hornies? You’ve never said, just like you’ve never said how far you are from being a virgin like I was.”[a few more days later]“Those ideas aren’t much help. I’ve tried them..