He won't do that if you stay here anyway." I guess you're right. I'll see you later," Danny said, running out thedoor in a flash.At the top of a certa...n newspaper building, Danny found the office of Mr.Wexler. He knocked on the door hoping that he hadn't left yet. "Come in."came the gruff voice."Hi Mr. Wexler, I'm Danny Perry." Come in Ms. Perry. I must say I was expecting a Daniel, rather than aDanielle." Actually sir, it is Daniel." Oh I see. Well I enjoyed your piece on returning Vietnam. Bolstered by Spook's assessment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to take it into court, hadn't they?Still, I was aware that Estrada wasn't a court, and had, according to Richard, potential. He didn’t waste anytime in moving over to her and putting his black lips to hers and passionately kissing her, my wife kissed him back pushing her tounge in his mouth and rubbing her hands across his muscular chest. After minutes exchanging saliva with my wife, Alex stood up and removed his suit jacket and shirt showing us his ripped physique, he beckoned her to stand up and remove her top as well. She nervously removed her top exposing her underwear, he tenderly cupped her breasts with his. She rolled over and I spit on her butthole. I put my dickhead at the entrance and pushed. She relaxed her sphincter and I slid right in. Once I was in all the way she clamped down on my pecker. She said fuck your slut wife you little fucked faggot. I put my hands on her hips to hold on as I pumped my dick in my wife's sexy tanned ass. Her tan lines are from a thong and it forms a white arrow pointing at her ass. She pinched my dick with everything she had. I squirted my nuts into her bowels..