My next mission took me to South Africa, where some high-ranking black bitch who worked in politics had murdered her husband in his sleep and was bein... tried for it. The country looked upon this bitch favorably. They even wanted her to become the next great leader of their country. Why elect a murderess? There are plenty of good men who would make great presidents and they’re not murderers. Oh, politicians might be crooks but most of them haven’t committed murder. This bitch has killed an. She was smiling naughtily. She asked me whether am I horny at morning itself. I said always I am horny when she is in front of me. And started to kiss on her neck. She was enjoying it and continued on cooking. I slid my lips on her neck and shoulders passionately and she started to bite her lips. I put my hands around her waist and started caressing her body with my fingers. I moved my fingers up and put inside her t-shirt. And on her back, i was licking her neck and kissing it. She was getting. I said that she was a cheating, lying, self centered bitch. I mentioned that Jerry must be some kind of real macho man to let the woman he loves spend more than twenty nights in bed with her old boyfriend. I'm sure he did that just to spare my feelings. Like hell, he did that because he didn't have to balls to confess to and confront me about your affair. Crap.There was a lot more that I wrote to Julie. Including the fact that if Jerry wouldn't stand up for them now what would he do when. “ Hey Riley, how goes it? Your tans starting to look really nice” as he was obviously staring at more then my tan. “ Hey Dave, so far so good but your blocking my sun, so how about you go over and get control of your girl before she bores me to death with her yapping.” “Hey Desi, how goes it, done showing off to everyone with that scrap of nothing you call a bikini?!” Dave quipped. “Fuck off Dave, I’ve never heard you complain about what I wear so why start now?” Desi said. “I don’t mind the.