No fucking way." Mr. Cirillo, that will be expensive. I'd be on the clock 24x7 for you,and I'd need some additional equipment. Are you sure that's wha... youwant?" You already know he's a player in these parts, so this won't be easy." Money is not the issue here, Mr. Porter," Connor retorted. "You aresupposedly the finest private eye in this part of Texas, and that's whatI want. You can start immediately."Every day Mr. Porter called and emailed Connor information about his ex-girlfriend and her. He was a trucker from England, who had met my husband earlier that day in a pub off Princess street. They had got talking, and his apparent frustration at the lack of young pussy to fuck on his journeys inspired my husband to offer my body and willingness to do just about anything this man would want to do to a woman of relaxed morals. ‘You about ready Frida’, my husband asked, while the man looked over my husbands shoulder, as if still disbelieving I was there. ‘Sure I am ready’, I replied,. In thirty years of marriage, how was this the first time she felt like this?“Bruce!” His name was a shouted whisper, “Oh Bruce, fuck! I’m…I’m–“The word wouldn’t come, stolen by her bliss. Instead toned thighs tightened on his head, holding him fast as rapture held her. Still trembling, Bruce worked up her body, capturing her lips in a kiss that tasted of desire. His cock brushed her cunt, and she clenched, sensitive flesh drooling for him. But he kept her waiting, working his lips down her neck. The feeling is so much stronger thanbefore. Even my balls ache!" I screamed at the top of my lungs."Ok Andy, just relax. I want you to wrap your legs around my hips and lockyour ankles in the inside of my knees. Go slowly."I did as my uncle requested, and I began holding and rubbing his chestagain. He began to moan again."God Andy, your cock feels so good in my ass! I just want you to know thatbefore we get started! Now I want you to think about how you kick inbutterfly, you know how you push.