I killed the headlights and depended on FLIR to guide me safely as we followed the van. It was pretty late at night, but the van was still noticeable ...ecause it was not making any effort to obey the speed limit. This looked bad no matter how you sliced it, so it seemed to behoove us to follow the van unless some other information surfaced.We figured that the van must hold at least three people, the prostitute and two original occupants of the van. Of course, there may even be more than that in. It felt like she wasn’t done and didn’t really want an answer, so I waited. “In sex with our spouses, we grow together and explore more of our wild sides and become more adventurous. As we expand our sex lives, we expose more of ourselves to our spouse, more of our desires. We also expose our potential vulnerabilities. Could you do that with a stranger? Could you trust that what happened would stay between the three of you? Could you live with the risk that the stranger would act discreetly and. " 'Fuck!' John thought, 'What the fuck was I thinking? I've so gone and fucked this up now, what have I done...?' He tried to apologise. "I, I'm sorry, Natalia, I didn't mean-" "Don't you dare stop fingering my tight little asshole!" she yelled. John felt his excitement return; his cock was beginning to swell again. He also felt a sudden burst of cheekiness. "In England, we say arsehole." "What?" "We don't say asshole, we say arsehole." "I don't care, just don't stop!" John returned to tonguing. "Thanks daddy for last night. It feels like nothing happened at all."Kathy looked at Megan and then to Jim. "Last night? Ah just what is she talking about?"Jim was about to speak when Meagan started to explain. "I slipped on the kitchen floor last night, and I must have pulled a muscle, and daddy rubbed some really special cream on me and now I feel better."Kathy could hear something strange in Megan's voice, but didn't realize just what the special cream was that Megan had referred to. "What.