She, as I said earlier, had left town humiliated.I decided against asking our mutual friends, so as not to spook her, tried Google first but only her ...ld jobs turned up ... figures she would change her name ... but I had another trick. I knew a guy who knew a guy at IRS ... let's just accept that most folks don't get a new SS number unless the law was involved. Lisa was in Colorado Springs running a boutique style thrift store. My mole told me that it wasn't doing too well, she'd had some. Some of the native black guys were not staying at our resort; so when the sun went down on the horizon, my sexy wife invited them up to our room for drinks and to shower. Ana went into shower first and late the three black guys who had joined us took turns in there. Anita was moving around the room in her robe, fixing drinks and joking with the guys, all of whom were now staring openly at her sexy body…After the three guys had showered, my wife started saying she had gotten too much sun and. You’re going to walk your friend to the ferry.” She said. “I need to get out of here for a while. See my friends, my brother.” She groaned. “Just get the fuck away.”Mallory didn’t need any clarification. She understood everything within Carmen’s frustrated groan.Mallory and Carmen moseyed side-by-side down the dusty city street. From either side of the road, long orange mesh fences guarded construction sites paused for the weekend. The massive renovations of half-built cities peppered the area.. She ran her hand gently across my abdomen. Her hand felt like a one would imagine a hot knife sliding across the top of a bar of butter. Her mouth was delicious. Her hand was warm and soft as she slid it slowly back and forth across my stomach. I massaged her shoulder and side as our tongues and mouths tasted and explored, rejoicing in their mutual sensuousness. Her hand began sliding lower and she soon found me, at full attention, full of steely determination to satisfy her every whim. No.