I've been meaning to call you, but I didn't know if you were still around. When I saw the big building on the south side, I figured that might be you ...r your family. I should have looked you up in the phone book, but to tell the truth, I wasn't sure if you'd want to talk to me." Hey, Joanna, you know me better than that. I'm glad you called. We should get together and find out what's been going your world. Unless ... maybe ... your husband would mind," I added as an afterthought."I'm not. I hear her gagging. I look to my right we are being over taken by some school girls in a SUV they get a good view of her head bobbing up and down in my lap and her bare ass as my fingers roughly probe her anus. Trying to keep the car on the road is rather difficult so I pull over in a lay by.I open the sunroof and climb in the backseat. " Ok Kathy you English slut get your ass back here and straddle my cock. " She removed her jeans then joined me the back straddling my legs. She guided my blood. "Fine" said Leslie, "Thank you for your invitation, I loved to see you again. I pick you up tomorrow at ten". The rest of her party disappeared mostly in a haze. She switched to drinking water. Danced more, saw all guest out. Very tired and excited she crashed out. Just enough energy to set the alarm clock. Tomorrow she would shower. She was grown up now, could decide herself when she would want to shower.Soon a weird dream, which she could reconstruct only partly, carried her away.Leslie was. "Mr. Bell went into his deep thinking mode, but did make a quick call to sic his investigators on Harold Smith's trail. We ate at a very nice, mom and pop steakhouse. The owners fawned over Mr. and Mrs. Bell like they were celebrities. The place was decorated in World War Two posters, signs, photographs and other memorabilia. It was fun and filling.Afterwards, Mr. Bell dropped us at Rebecca's office. Colleen and I went shopping while Rebecca caught up on her work. It took no time to find a pair.