"Most women don't want to ride around in my Mustang, they say it's too old and noisy. They complain when I put the top down because it messes up their...hair... seems I just haven't found the girl that thinks like me."Brock nodded and dropping his change into a vending machine waited for the Mustang man to pay for his gas. Holding the soda in his hand he stepped out the door and started walking back to his car. Leaning against his fender he took a swig from the bottle and checked out the. I know it’s just part of the job but it’s the worst duty for you see my job is to find cheating spouses. It has to be one of the few careers where the better job you do the less it is appreciated. When they hire you, the client is always sure, they just want your verification but when you do, they’re devastated. I was sure that Mr. Clark would be no different from all the others and as much as I hate to see a grown man cry, I don’t get paid until they see the evidence. However, I was wrong. Most of the stories mentioned as real stories are worst than fantasy stories. either they will go for vacation to fuck their aunt or their parents will go to marriage saying neighbors to take care of their child. and victim will have fun. as for as I know 98% of this kind of sex is impossible. so these are not real stories. And everyone forget that we read stories not to hear how to do sex (we all graduate in how to do sex, thanks to porn videos) but to hear the erotic situation that leads to. "Perhaps we should change things up a little," he said, lying down on his back."Perhaps we should," agreed Number One as he withdrew too, leaving me momentarily cockless. I rolled onto my knees and crawled up Number Two until I straddled him. I had to lift myself to a nearly upright position before I was high enough to insert his cock into me. My small pussy stretched to its limit but he fit thanks to Number One doing the honor of prepping me for the main course. As I lowered myself onto his.