"Don't you just hate waiting in line?" What? Where did that come from? I looked around and it was her. Her voice was enough to make me rigid. She was ...arked two cars away from mine. What were the odds?"Always the same this time of day, especially here." I tried to sound cool, knowledgeable even. Probably sounded indifferent, I normally did. "You want a hand with that?" I asked. She looked over at me, big doe brown eyes, long dark lightly curling hair tumbling down her top. "Please, if you don't. ”“What do you mean? I just met him yesterday.”“Oh, I thought that you knew each other. I remember seeing your name on an appointment reminder for Mr. Wilcox.”“When was this?”“Last year, right after Mr. Wilcox found the body.”When she mentioned Percy finding a body, I thought I might find out more about Jake’s murder. “Body, what body?” I asked.“There was an old hermit that had been killed in a hunting accident. Mr. Wilcox was on an inspection tour when he found him.”“Really, what. Jesus Christ, his cock is still hard and he is fucking me again! After about five minutes, he starts speeding up really fast so he must be close to another climax. I figure he is going to pull out of me this time, but he does not! The fucking bastard ejaculates inside me again! After a few seconds, he releases his grip from my hips, so I immediately get up and jump into the pool. We have fun splashing around for a while, then we swim to the shallow end and sit down so the water is right up. My fingers slid down until they came into contact with that sensitive little bundle of nerves at the top of my slit, and I leaned my head back as I moaned quietly. I usually touched myself whenever Alex wasn't home, or if we just didn't have time or was too exhausted at the end of the day for sex. Of course, I knew that Alex liked seeing me touch myself too, as he had told me on more than one occasion. My breathing sped up and I could feel myself becoming wet with my juices, even though I was.