“This is Roger,” she said. “He’s French-Canadian.”“Hello, French-Canadian Roger,” I said, and shook his hand. “I’m Joe. I see you’...e already met my wife.”“I hope you don’t mind,” he said with a French accent. “She is absolutely stunning.”“Yes she is,” I said with a smile.Roger stepped away for a moment, giving me an opportunity to chat with my wife. She explained that she was only flirting with him when he suddenly began kissing her. Apparently, he was a very good kisser.“Do you want to fuck. The people in the cabins didn't survive because the tanks were buried under the area where the buildings were. We don't even know how many ATF agents went on the raid as there was no list of who was called in to help. I have a chopper on the way for you and Sean. I want you both on site as soon as possible to handle any problems. I will leave the team there at the casino to make sure your families get home safe later today. I suggest you tell Sean what's going on and get ready to leave."I hung. Yours then? I am a truck driver he said. Drives trucks all over Europé. Do you know what my wife works with? No I said She works in the supermarket down in the village he said. Wow I begin Think. Is this guy trickin me or what? Dont he know any about her Modelling for pornografic Magazines or what?? He sounded a bit threatful to me like his wife been cheating him with me. and that he seems have proof for it.. As I noticed when I arrived at their Place. The guy was a bit derunk and he drank. I carefully packaged it back up and put it back. A few days later it disappeared into Carole's drawer and I did not see it again for quite some time.It was a hot summer Saturday. We woke in each others arms, having satisfied each others needs earlier, and after some very nice kissing and touching we got up and had a coffee. Twice Carole wrapped me in her arms and slid her hand down into the front of my panties. Each time just as things were getting steamy she would stop and laugh her wicked.