So it gave me plenty of time. I was getting pretty bloody impatient as I waited with the wind chilling me and the snow dampening my hair. The waiting ...ooth had a peculiar smell; cold,stale urine probably. It made my stomach turn. I lit one of my smokes to mask the smell and soon the musky, heady tobacco filled my lungs. I smoke before and after a stressful event that's happened, like an exam. I bloody hate exams. And lots of tramps and bagheads lived around the university, anyroad so it made. Lots and lots of practice.” Brooke said slowly. She was clearly pleased with herself. She took almost as much satisfaction out of giving good head as she did from a climax of her own. “You can practice anytime you want on me lady. Damn you’re good.” “Thank you kind sir. But now I must clean up and find my husband. He is going to wonder what happened to me.” With that spoken thought, another chill went down Brooke’s spine. She was a dirty girl. Married women servicing another man. And for some. She then got on top of me, locking eyes again, and a small amount of cum dripping off her puffy lip. Her face leaned in really close to mine. I slightly opened my mouth as she began to kiss me on the lips. Doing so let the load of my remains be in both of our mouths. The kissing became deep and passionate. My remains were spilling out of our mouths as we began to move off the bed into a vertical position. As our mouths were connected, my cock remained half stiff. She grabbed my hands and. She talked about her destinations and the clients and projects involved. As often as not her boss was involved. Sometimes she went alone, sometimes with other colleagues. She only rarely went with him.The lunches, well, I'd have to follow her in a random fashion. Paul had seen them at the Hilton. I might start there, but why would they go there more often than elsewhere? Maybe because they liked the place?Playing detective is easy in stories. But reality has a lot of ways to mess things up..