"How often does this sort of thing go on?" I asked Lora's back as wewent back down the stairs."Like yours? Never seen one like that, the creativity an... malevolenceis notable. Curses? I probably find one a week. Though I don't justcover Plymouth, I do everything West of Exeter. So I get about a bit."Then we were back in the shop. Without hesitating she went for the cafeand I had to run and catch up, tugging her hand. That latte had runthrough me, pooled heavily in my bladder and I needed to. "Actually I used to believe in him in my own way for the longest time." How's that?" I believed in the spirit of Christmas and that Santa Claus was sort of the... avatar of said spirit. He was a figurehead for something far grander than a circled number on a Hallmark calendar." And how old were you before you stopped believing?" "I was twenty five." You are a rare person, Chris." No, I was just stupid." No, you were innocent, which isn't the same as stupidity. It is what lends power to the. She said use the down stairs bath. As soon as he walked away she stood up and pointed at her freashly fucked pussy. I was knoding my head yes,,she ran a finger right up the slit and held it up to show me it was dripping in cum. I was smiling as she stuck it in her mouth. When he came out of the john he told her he had to get going and kissed her on the forhead. He picked up his shorts and got dressed while my wife stood naked in front of him. He gave her another kiss on the cheek and left. as. As for her walking, she'll be at a different place doing the same thing tonight. She has an amazing pussy”. The guys chat for a bit before saying their good-bye's and go about their day. Jack is finally able to get a hold of his detective and they agree to a meeting place near the hotel. An hour later after the general greetings the guys sit at a table away from prying ears. “Look Jack, I've been spying on people for as long as I can remember. I have never made any suggestions but this time I.