Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You're drivin' my pussy wild!"Her bed creaked as I fucked her. I hooked my arm around her right leg, lifting up her thigh s... I could really go to town on her cooch. Mindy buried her face into her pillow, muffling her cries of passion. The slut was a screamer."Cum!" I grunted. "I wanna feel your cooch milkin' my pecker. Then I'm gonna flood your purtee cunt with a big batch of my cream." Oh, fuck yes!" She looked over her shoulder, honey-blonde hair plastered to her. But I held her in my arms 'til morning.Now, back in the Houston Hilton, I stared through the screen. I knew I didn't just feel depressed. There was anticipation, too. The anticipation of a little boy with big clever plans. Would it work? Would she follow the instructions? Or would she suspect something? In matters of intuition, Myriam had always been the cleverer one of us. She might smell a rat. But why would she? Wasn't this just a job for her? Pubic Relations? I shuddered at the awful word. The barman wasn’t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway. He just shrugged and carried on topping up the fridges with bottles of beer. “I mean, I’m not that fucking desperate. It’s only been like…” He began to count in his head. Four months? Five? “Fuck,” he grumbled and took a large gulp of his Jack Daniels and Coke. As he placed the glass back on the bar, something nudged his elbow and almost sent the drink flying. “Shit! Hey, watch what. I was driving on the freeway when I started thinking about my two teenagers, Zach and Bailey. Wondered what their reaction will be when they see me walk into the house like this. Especially since the last time either one of them have seen me naked was when they were both very young.I was about 15 minutes into my almost an hour drive, when I noticed the trucker next to me staring at my body. By the expression on his face that he was enjoying himself looking at me, I gave him a smile and then.