Mind? Of course I minded, my fucking mother was on her way over here, and they were going to shoot a porno in my front room.“Well Amy it could be aw...ward, you see…..” I was kissing Dermot, in these heels was I just able to reach his lips. His tongue was in my mouth, it was like an eel, an electric eel. I had that feeling between my legs, and knew I was already wet. I wanted him, wanted him to fuck me here, where only a few weeks ago he had ****d me. I could feel his cock through my skirt, it. The night that sent me into spy mode was the night she went bowling, came home, and we made love. She smelled fresh and clean and when I sucked on her tit I tasted Irish Spring soap. This after supposedly spending five hours in a bowling alley and a bar that was filled with heavy smokers. No cigarette stink, no body odor, no taste of the traces that sweat would leave behind. She was like she had just come out of a shower. I fell asleep that night with a very troubled mind.The next night when I. "Well there is only one way to find out," she said."What is that?" I asked."Let's go for a drink."Chapter 6The green sign on the side of the road came into viewNEXT SERVICES10 MILESCORLEY SERVICESWELCOME BREAKI turned up the air conditioning so that a stronger blast of cool airhit my face. The monotony of motorway driving coupled with weeks ofbroken sleep was making me feel a little bit drowsy. My phone rang. Itouched the ear piece, of my hands free phone kit, to receive the call."Hello." Hi. ", he said concerned that his big body would hurt her. "No, you're not," she assured, him and smiled and kissed his mouth. Whispered words of love, and tender kisses, and touches, brought them even closer in the afterglow of their lovemaking. His last waking thought, was that he was glad he'd had a vasectomy. He didn't want to find out now, that the doctors for her, had been wrong, about her infertility. They were well into middle age, and if he had anything to say about it, they were.