Yeah, she was dead. I incinerated the body and left Brazil five hours later. I returned to the United States. My next mission took me to South Africa,...where some high-ranking black bitch who worked in politics had murdered her husband in his sleep and was being tried for it. The country looked upon this bitch favorably. They even wanted her to become the next great leader of their country. Why elect a murderess? There are plenty of good men who would make great presidents and they’re not. “We’ll head to your parents’ place,” she said. “They’ll be shocked, but they’re family. They’ll help. Plus, their place is way out in the woods. You can be a moose as much as you like.”She swerved onto the rural highway that eventually led to Kyle’s parents’ house. Moments later, headlights of three pickup trucks blazed in her mirrors. Gina floored it, but their little car was no match for the souped-up trucks that followed.Gina saw in the mirror the back of each truck held five or six yahoos. If this or any of my stories turn you on, feel free to drop me a line, whether you’d just like to share your own secret desires with a sympathetic listener, swap pictures, or anything else. Thanks for reading! * After I got my promotion, I found out that I was going to have to travel a bit more. Nothing too bad, just short trips from our branch office to the corporate headquarters every few months. The prospect of getting to the big city was exciting for me, and right from the start I took. Since the two couples had both swapped mates and already fucked the other partner, everyone felt much more comfortable and free than they had earlier in the evening. Phil noticed Sam occasionally slipping his hand over onto Pam's shoulders or reaching down to carress her naked breasts as she bobbed their in the hot tub beside her. Phil also took the opportunity to caress and touch Lauren's tits and he loved the feel of her nipples hardening underneath his carress."Lauren tells me this isn't.