” It was all set. The week passed slowly as if Saturday would never come. When I arrived, the sun was shining but the temperature had reached 32 and...the humidity was closing in. You must have seen my truck pull in because by the time I was out you had already breezed out the door and down the stairs like a breath of spring. Your blond hair tied up in a ponytail bobbing behind you and your yellow summer dress dancing over your body as you moved. The puckered elastic material clinging to your. That was when Winnie told me that she needed sex so badly that she had rubbed her clit raw. I told her that I would be right over.Winnie only lived a few houses away. When I stepped up on her porch she opened the door to let me in. She was wearing a red silk nightie that just barely covered her body. She simply took my hand and took me into her bedroom. I removed my clothes and pushed her back onto her bed. Her nightie lifted enough to expose her freshly shaved pussy. When I slipped my tongue. Trevor, that is. I’ll still breathe easier once he’s off British soil entirely. Pity that his brats couldn’t make the trip. Sounds like life in England’s about to degrade significantly in terms of quality. Blokes will have it rougher, but the EU’s gonna screw those matriarchs with their knickers still on and scarcely a dollop of lube. Hard Brexit’s gonna take on a brand new meaning, I suspect. Trevor’s talking economic sanctions! Sanctions on England, like it’s some kind of Third World pariah. C. Damn, he's heard about the crap that went on already."Hey, John, what's up. Gonna send me on another wild one. You did call just in time for the weekend." You know what I want. What the fuck is going on down there?" I know you couldn't have gotten the incident report yet as I just made it out last night. Let me get it to you while we are talking." I put John on hold and called Wanda to have her fax John Sarah's and my reports."Wanda's sending them to you as we speak. How did you hear about.