The two girls spent the next 45 minutes talking and laughing, the conversation moving to many different topics but finally settling on the man who’d...come into the shop earlier.“So do you really consider he was that good-looking?” Luxmi asked her friend as they finished off their dinners, a sandwich each.“Oh yeah didn’t you?” Dayani asked sticking her tongue out and pretending to drool over him, Luxmi let out a giggle.“He was alright, think he was a bit old though” Luxmi said.“Old he was 25 at. I went straight to the bedroom where I found my wife lying down. I lay down in bed with her and asked if anything was wrong. "No. I just don't know if I should be doing this," she said. "Why not?" I asked. "Were you enjoying it?" "Yes!" "Was he enjoying it?" "I'm pretty sure he was!" "Then what's the problem?" "I'm not sure if I can do anymore than that," she said. "Do you want to fuck him?" I asked as I slowly began rubbing her hot, wet cunt through her pants. Her hips immediately responded to. What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They’re a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors, too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play Cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London, balancing the rights and wrongs? I’d have killed Mundt if I could, I hate his guts; but not now. It so happens that they need him. They need him so that the great moronic mass you admire can sleep soundly in their beds at night. They. What’s up?" I can’t help but roll my eyes and giggle at his comment. Yes, of course I missed him. I want to get to know this guy. He has me enthralled. I can’t help it. "Maybe, but I’ll never admit it one way or another. Are you up to grabbing a bite to eat, and do something after?" "That would be awesome, Lena, but I really do need to unpack." I feel a sudden pang of disappointment. Maybe he isn't into me like I am into him, and this is his way of brushing me off. I try to think of.