He would often come to my flat and hang out with me. I won’t deny he was quite a flirt.He would even flirt with an older woman like me, and I, too, ...njoyed his attention. I did not realize this, but I had started chatting with him on WhatsApp. Our chats had gone beyond normal.I started sharing my personal life with him. So one day, my son and my husband were out of town, and my daughter was at our neighbor’s house. I went to see if she was there. I saw that no one was home except Kashif.Later. I know you..." I eventually managed to say.Now she looked at me in concern. "What do you mean?"We were alone in the ante-chamber so I knew it was safe to speak whilethe men were absent. I could tell her now. "You work for Kurgus. I workfor Kurgus."Erin's eyes flashed angrily as I said that and she put the piece of ragdown on the flagstone floor."Who are you?" Her fingers pressed hard against both the carotidarteries in my neck as she said that. I realised with a start that if Isaid the wrong. "I felt embarrassed to have not asked earlier, but her cute smile made me smile and I couldn't resist kissing her again. Half an hour later she was riding my revived manhood to two more orgasms before I deposited another cream coat to her uterine walls.After that day I gave her my work and school schedule, and almost every day she would come by when I got done work and we would walk home, hand in hand, to her tiny apartment where we would fuck like bunnies for the next hour. A few weeks later. In my case you had help. Do you think someone is 'helping' with this other one?" No, I don't think so, it's totally different." So it's possible?"Again the line was silent for a few seconds. "I just don't know. But let's assume that it will work, what do you have in mind." I want to talk to Samantha, that's her sister, about Amanda's sex life. We both know there was some serious shit going on. I need a reason to point the investigation in that direction, even if it ends up not helping with this.