Would Jake be sitting in a motel room flipping channels on the TV, would he be wining and dining a client, or would he be sitting in a lounge waiting ...or someone like her to walk in the door? The bastard better be staying faithful she thought even as she herself prepared not to be. If Jake would stay home and take care of business she would be staying home. If his sales trips would take him out of town on Monday and bring him home on Friday she would stay home. As much as she loved and craved. I wasn't too sure where to start, I mean, did I wander the streets of k**erton looking for pampas grass then knock on the door saying "Hi my name is Jenny, do you want to swing?"Somehow I doubted that’s how the News of the World get their stories. So, I decided to go undercover and do a bit of sleuthing. My first point of call was my friend Jerome. Jerome and I used to be a bit of an item but then he got a job as the Manager of the local supermarket and all of a sudden his only interest seemed. Because the design was tailless, the Arrowhead snuggled in there like a conventional blockbuster bomb. Its swept-forward wings were folded up for easier clearance of the edges of the bomb bay.Harry turned to his wingmen, pointing to the camouflage-grey payload. "This is going to slow me down. Let me get to cruising altitude before you start your takeoff run."Both Razor and Digger saluted, sobering instantly as they realized the implication. The payload was untested, and might do unanticipated. My cock stirred again.I parted her ass, and looked at her anus. She moved, slightly, anticipating what was to come. "Gather my sperm from your face, and spread it on your ass," I said. I saw her her reach with her right hand, and her finger slowly gathered the white fluid from her cheeks, forehead, chin. She cupped her hand and reached behind her carefully, and I pulled her cheeks wider apart as she pressed two fingers against her asshole and applied my sperm there.She started massaging her.