What the hell was the fuckin' redhead doing in his backyard? “Darlene,” he said. He had seen his sister with Darlene at school, but never anywhere...else, especially not at his house. “Becky isn't here.”“I know,” Darlene said. “She went to the mall, but she told me it would be okay if I came over to talk to you.”The shock tapered and his embarrassment grew. What if he had just shot a load on the cement? He looked Darlene up and down, then tried to focus on her face. That wouldn't be easy. “Talk. Could this be why?Another five minutes went by watching my wife relentlessly pull on his schlong and he seemed no closer to cumming. "My arm is getting tired. Cum already." "Well I'd come a lot quicker if you'd kiss me." I told you no kissing." After five minutes more she asked for an assurance that kissing him would help him cum quicker. He told her no doubt. "Okay but understand I love my husband, this is a onetime thing." He smiled, he was so conceited that he turned the camera around to. To her consternation, the machine immediately sounds an incriminating tone.“Follow me, Ma’am.” She and David are led through the dreaded wooden door. Inside, it’s mostly police, a few airport security and a couple of distressed, anxious travelers.One of which is down to his underwear and leaning on a wall while a bored-looking cop feels him up.“You can stand there and take off your clothing, Ma’am.” An Amazonian-looking policewoman directs Agnes towards a corner. There’s a sheet on a hanger. Our bodies touched and I could feel his arousal against me. We just looked at each. I felt a warm rush come over me. It wasn’t from the fireplace I had just lit. It was from the fire the stranger had ignited in me.He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently against the wall. I didn’t try to resist. I wanted him to kiss me as much as he wanted to kiss me. His soft moist lips met mine and I thought I would melt. My body was trembling as he slid his arms down my side and took my hands.