”“Do you still want something to happen?”I wondered where this question was coming from. As my mind pondered that question, my mouth engaged of ...ts own volition to answer hers. “You know ... not really. I mean, I’m a guy, so from that aspect ... but ... no. She’s not really my type.” I also wasn’t sure I liked the idea of being revenge sex, but that was a separate conversation.I heard a sharp intake of breath ... followed by a long silence ... and a very slow release of breath on the other end.. If he was somewhere in the world, I would have found him. I had had to actively disengage from the search and tell Smith the guy was dead, but now I was wondering. Did my talent extend to orbital positions? That would be interesting to discover.I was not going to jeopardize my raise by waffling over this 'Tom Wilshire'. He was not a terrorist or criminal. He would not be the first guy an agency wanted me to find for them. For instance, the FBI had requests in for my services. They just did not. "Just so you know," as she pointed her index finger at her face, "I get horny when I'm drunk!"Fred looked over at his wife with his eyebrow raised, "Yeah you said that," laughing at her. "Why don't you do something about it now?" His eyes returned to the highway as he drove through traffic."Like what?" Katie's head buzzed. The world around her was spinning."You seem to be taking care of your horniess when I walked in on you that afternoon," Fred's eyes shot towards his wife."Stop it!" she. Take it …. Yes … I am coming now….. “ I brought down one of my hands to her clit and started rotating my finger on her hard knob. That brought the climax… she was throwing her legs and arms. She was now giving mighty pushes backward to engulf my entire cock. My cock started throbbing and she tightened her sphincter. She had immense control, which must be due to a lot of practice on her asshole and pussy – her entire body. I gave few more thrusts as my cock filled her rectum with its juice. I.