She told me her story and I believe her. I think you owe it to yourself to hear her out." Get serious Marge. Do you honestly think she is going to put...herself in a bad light? Any story she tells is going to be slanted in her favor. She isn't going to tell a story that makes her look bad." Maybe, but like I say, I believe her and you should at least let her talk to you. Hear the girl out and then make up your mind whether to believe her or not." I don't even know where to find her." She's. Normally my surveillance would take months(that's why I have never been caught), but this was just too easy and she was just so sexy.From that day on I started carrying my bag with me. I'd arrive in my clump of bushes every Tuesday morning at 4:30 and wait for the right moment. I had decided that I had to take her on Tuesday because that way I could keep her for a couple of days before I gave her back to her husband. It took three weeks for it to happen.On that fateful day I had stayed in my. They are bigger than mine.Her hands now boldly moved towards my boobs. She cupped them gently and fondled them. Her fingers pressed against my nipples, which were by now very hard. I felt a little gasp come out of my mouth as she did so.Sharon was getting a good feel for my boobs and kept on fondling them, which made me wetter. She brushed her hand over my soft skin to reach for my panties, only to find them soaked with my juices a lot more than what was initially there.Sharon slid her finger. ’ ‘You know, I’m not that drunk.’ He looked at me, expressionlessly. And nodded, reached back and opened a locked drawer. He pulled out a form and slapped it down in front of me. ‘You read Portuguese?’ ‘Not well.’ I can read Spanish, which means sometimes I can get lucky with Portuguese. But this wasn’t that hard to make out. It was a missing persons report, signed by the captain, two weeks ago. Stapled to it was a fax confirmation. I looked up at him. ‘Light wind, moderate swell, fifty miles.