"I giggled and blushed at the compliment, he knew how much pride I took in my appearance, and he never failed to tell me, unlike his father who took n... notice of me at all. I looked good."Trouble is though, we need to go grocery shopping before I waste away to nothing." Fat chance," I laughed. "Come on then, I'll slip a dress on over it, I'm hungry too."As we sat out in the garden enjoying our steaks under the blazing hot sun, my mobile phone rang, it was my husband who asked if we'd got there. ... ah, not too far from here. She saved the result on her phoneand then googled her next plan, which she had formulated. A privatedetective. It was the only way. There was one nearby - she would useall her money, however much it took, to get to the bottom of this andget some help. The police wouldn't believe her. A private detectivemight not - but at least a private detective would be, well, private,and would have to look into it as he'd be PAID to do it. So now she hadan address to go. Oh, I mentioned earlier that you don't get the goodie- goodie types on a pick-up with a car. They have to be smoothed on the street first, face-to-face; before they'll ride with you anywhere. But there's a whole slew of broads who stand on corners in crowded cities and thumb rides. Go after them, brother. They'll fuck or suck you just about every time.Oh, sometimes they'll refuse; I don't deny that. But figure it this way: what have you got to lose for a few minutes of your time. If you wanted. "It doesn't hurt."Now Sue began rolling Darlene's nipples between her fingers. Darlene wasbreathing harder and had a flush moving up her neck and reddening herface. "Actually, it feels good." She said."It feels good to me too," Sue said. "They're very sexy." I haven't had anyone else do that, besides me." Yummy," Sue said. "I think they're getting harder."I think so too, it feels like an electric charge runs from them tomy..." Between your legs?" Uh-huh." Could I see them?" I'd have to take.