I'm happily married and satisfied with my life and my wife, or so I thought.You see, recently my morality, my character, and even my sanity have met a...challenge. Her name is Kaley. She's a devil. The devil lives next door, drives a Scion, and goes to college.Two years ago we moved in. A nice little suburban home, two tone vinyl siding, two stories, with a two car garage. My wife, the outgoing one, quickly started making friends, in particular the nice woman next door, Lou Anne Moore. Mrs. Lou. .now” He nodded and even took the time to check his phone for new mails. Found nothing too important for the moment. “Do I even know your crew?..Are they any good?..Can´t use you, if you can´t deliver absolutely first quality.“You know George, the irish, and Harry, the one that is missing a finger..?”“Old nine-fingers?..yeah, they are okay...Who is the third?“A guy from Bristol..Gerry, don´t think you know him..”“About 40, with a pony-tail?..he is okay...open your shirt, girl..”She hesitated. Again we kiss you squirt orange into my mouth, it has been warmed by your mouth mmmmmmmmmmmm. We drink we kiss we lick. I sit on the edge of the bed, the finger shaped jam and cream doughnuts opened on the bedside cabinet. You kneel between my open legs. You scoop out some filling with your finger, cradle my erection in the palm of the other hand and rub the cream and jam along my cock. The sensations are exquisite as you massage my cock between your hands, if this isn't enough you then take me. The small app he had planted on the phone of an informant then spread to the phone of her inventor. The man who kept tabs on things. He still didn’t know the man’s name, but he saw every text that the man sent.“Meeting, tonight. Corner one block north of previous event. Meet Andersen 10pm,” the text read.“What’s the meeting about?” came the reply from the cat.“411,” it read.Conner Andersen stood on the brink. He’d sell out Griggs that night. He’d be dead my morning if it didn’t work, even if it.