When the car was restored to the same state as when I collected it, I drove away down the lane and headed into the centre of High Wycombe. I topped up...the tank at a supermarket filling station then pulled onto the forecourt of the rental office.I'd hired it using a forged driver's licence and cloned credit card furnished from a dubious contact from my past. Even if the police obtained a description of the vehicle, it would provide then little in the way of useful leads. I'd never been. We’re together. My face shows my pleading. I feel you. I cum ­ hard ­ gasping. Matt, bless, is right behind me. He’s actually a great lover. I tell him this as I kiss him gently goodnight at the door. Yes, I’m sure I don’t want to meet again. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I hope you keep the memory of me forever. I close the door in his face. I have a hot shower and crawl into bed, turning the lights out at last. I think about you, lying in the dark. You’re imagining what it would be like. " said Candy. "Who you calling fat? Bitch! You know I got it. Damn fake Snooki look a like." said Crystal. "Nice to meet you both." I said. They smiled. They both giggled when I put my laundry bag on the floor. "Where my Dad?" I said. "He is out of town on business. He's been gone for the last 6 months. He should be back next month. He is still working for the military. He called our Mom last night. She should be home soon. She gets out of work at 5pm." said Candy."That's cool. Thanks! Am I. It was hard to tell since she was wearing a baggy t-shirt but her black leggings showed a nice looking ass for a woman of her age. They didn’t notice his presence, so he went inside, set his lunchbox on the kitchen counter, and grabbed a Miller from the fridge. It was his afternoon ritual. Walking up the steps to his bedroom he glanced in the mirror on the landing. Looking back at him was a 58 year old, short, balding and overweight divorcee. He’d been single for the last 18 years and unless he.