There wasn't any. Why? It wasn't like I didn't ask, at least a few times. The answer I remember was that she had a husband, a big house at the beach, ...nd too much to lose if he busted her. The truth? What the fuck did I care? I was too drunk most nights even if she had said yes. I still had our grope sessions in the booth, and I even got to come some nights, if she was especially frisky before half my bottle was gone. On a really good night, she'd lick her fingers clean, her blue eyes locked on. I filled her with more cum than I had mustered up in the last few days. I drained my balls of everything that they had to offer. When I finished fucking my wife I just rolled over and fell asleep dreaming of my young admirer.Saturday morning I was up bright and early as I always was. The neighbor kid was mowing my lawn, the trash men were emptying my cans, and the birds were singing. It was a beautiful day too with a blue sky, a few soft white clouds, and no rain in the forecast.After breakfast. The other great about Ms Writ was she tried to be a friend first and a teacher second, so I made a joke about Harley Quinn being in Baywatch, which got a laugh causing her breasts to jiggle.My hands went to cover my crotch, Ms Writ noticed this and told me to get in the water before everyone else arrived.‘Everyone else?’ I questioned. ‘I was the only one in there.’‘The girls will be joining us’ she explained ‘and lucky for you, some of them have skimpier suits than me.I looked her up and down. They had a Blackhawk and two Suburban's. What caught my eye about the Rabat Morocco embassy was that the ambassador on site had requested one more of each and additional employees. Even though the ambassador's request was in the hands of the Secretary of State, the request was made months ago while still under control of Black Water, and there was a request to revaluate the site and expedite the decision a month ago, before JBG took overThe latest Intel I was privy to indicated that when the.