Not because I blamed 1/2 the world's population for one woman's role in a failed relationship - just wanted to reset my emotions.I worked with a young...woman named Jill. She was nice, and everyone in the office liked her. Having gone through the divorce, Jill was sensitive to what I was experiencing. Out of the blue, she said her mother (also divorced) was coming to town (note the title of this story - she lived in the north woods). Jill asked me if I would be interested in spending some time. I pressed into your slit with my hand and your wetness soaked through, as you lay there before me, I removed your bikini bottoms, and stared at your beauty, your blond hair, your lovely breasts, and your small fluff of pubic hair covering your moist, wet, pussy. I manoeuvered myself onto my knees and offered you my cock to your mouth, you took it inside and commenced sucking and licking, I had 2 fingers deep inside you and was gently thrusting in and out of your wet hole. I then knelt in. ”She listened for a few moments, then said, “Thanks, Mum. If he can get Mr Fixer to deliver it here, that would be great!”The police Sergeant’s brows crinkled as he puzzled out this cryptic phone message, then gave up. He had no idea who this ‘Mr Fixer’ might be or who the young lady’s father might be, if he had access to such equipment. He guessed at the national security services, but who knew? He reckoned he would not be told. He spoke to the young man.“I shall leave you my card, sir. You. She raised up and turned and looked at him and and said, "Your the guy from last night, aren't you? He gasp as she asked that question, thinking that she knew what he and Jeff and done to her while she was drunk. You were in the back yard when I came home and Jeff pulled my top half off my body. Yes! Yes ma'm, that was me. She looked at him and said, 'Well, my mind is a bit blurry after drinking some wine coolers with Jeff, but I thought it was you. She poured his juice and suggested they go.