I am right, am I not?" I shrugged. Quite possible, going out when he was hundreds of miles away with whoever he was working with there, maybe a strip ...lub, maybe a bar, maybe a fancy whorehouse, maybe an escort that he saw regularly, fucking her and later talking about his wife. Perhaps he did have a mistress, how would I know? "I don't know him." You have a polite way to say yes. Funny, that," she said, hiding her head on my neck. It took her a long while to ask her next question. "Are you. As closing time arrived I sit back in an adjacent parking lot for a few minutes as I watched the lights shut down and the various staff pull away in their cars before I drove to the back to park.Once there I was again greeted at the door by the “sexy-mexi” as I called him. He was dressed nice as always and welcomed me to a stool at the bar. General small talk began as I drank a mixed drink or two and was even talked into taking a few shots. Tequila shots…..well……let’s just say they lead to. She has taken responsibility for the house. She trains the guides and she takes her share in showing the visitors round the house I think the locals have cottoned on to this and the number of visitors increases on the days when she is the guide." Knowing her, I bet she gets a kick out of that," I said with a grin."That she does," John said with a smile of his ownWhen I related to Lucy what John had told me, she was pleased that her mother had taken such an interest in the work of our project. When you do, you slip your boxers off and toss them on the floor. As I look you over in the moon light I think, "God,how did I get so lucky?" You lean over me,and kiss my forehead as you slip the head of your cock into my pussy. I hear a slight moan escape your lips and I smile. You're not one to make noise often. You kiss me as you thrust your full length into me. I gasp. You whisper in my ear to wrap my legs around you. I do so and you begin going as deep as you can. I can feel you hit the.