"I can see why you'd think that," hetold them. "But believe me, I've learned that true, lasting happiness can'tbe found in possessions."Money can buy ... lot of things, but it can't buy everything. Otherwise I'dlook like, oh, John F. Kennedy, Junior, instead of an overgrown BeaverCleaver." One of the agency women suppressed a laugh;. with his jug ears,pudgy body and awkward manner, he did seem like an overgrown Beaver.Throw in a pair of coke-bottle-bottom glasses and you had the picture. Before I can fully recover, you gently turn me around and bend me over the car. I shake my ass at you. your hands smooth over my ass cheeks, then down between my thighs to widen my stance. Caressing my lower back with one outstretched palm. You take your other hand and cup one of my heavy round mounds of breast, and gently pinch my nipple. Waves of pleasure shoot thru me. I am pleading " take me, take me , get inside me, fuck me , I want you. Instead you rub my clit with the head of your dick. Sandy always comes out early, I guess she is up usually before her husband.She will often sit there sipping her coffee, glancing in my direction. She can see straight into my room, though the distance would not make it easy to see too much. Though, I guess seeing that I can see enough of her in detail, she can see enough too.To begin with, we were both happy to just "look"....Then, I got a bit bolder. I would casually get up from my seat, walk around my bed (still in full view) and take off my. . yes.I knew what he looked like from the Chubb files and from Cathy’s online searches. And 45-minutes later, Coleen on his arm, he crossed the lobby and went out to the parking lot. Looking just like he was supposed to.He was short, not much taller than I am. Short but powerful looking. A five-o-clock shadow that showed up in every photograph I’ve seen of the man. He was dressed casually, khaki slacks and a muted sport shirt. He didn’t have the look of a man who had just scored some pussy, but.