Is the text I sent, the code for the ' coast is clear ' He'll come straight home and sit nearby, silently staring me down. My legs are crossed and wel... exposedand my cleavage is barely covered. He'll stir in his seat as I stare him down with my tilted head of approval.I'll give him a smile and tickle my robe allowing a nipple to slip. I'll stand and pause, then lock the door,...and make my way down the hall. He'll follow close and silently so, yet his heavy breathing will be heard.I'll sway my. Well, I just need to stall for a couple of days. When the time comes I'll break the bitch by driving my cock into her," he smirked to himself, but his expression showed."What are you so happy about?" I can't wait until I can be a good citizen and do my civic duty," he smiled more visibly.Whit lay on his bed, watching Shannon brush her teeth, through the open master bathroom door. By the way she was doing it, she could tell that it was her and not Anna. He and Anna had a very passionate love. She readily agreed to come right after work the Thursday before Halloween. I told her I would have an oven stew ready for supper that night. I knew she, like most women, would like a night off from cooking. I also knew she loved both my beef and chicken oven stews.I watched her car back out of the driveway and turn towards her home. I quickly locked up wanting to get my pants off soon. I had been hard off and on for the last couple of hours and thought this would be an ideal time for my cock to. “I know that girl. I am she.” “No shit?” he replied. “It really is a small world, isn’t it? Okay. Don’t tell me your name. Lemme see if I can remember. It begins with an I. Izzy? Nah, that’s the bee lady in the chick flick. Irene? No, that’s the girl in the Ledbetter song. Irma? No, that was, um – Shirley McClaine playing a whore. I – um – Is – Is – something. Isolde! That’s it! You’re Isolde!” he exclaimed. “Yup, that’s me.” she said. “How’d you wind up here? I heard you got married to some.