It was time for me to bite the bullet and move on. I closed Bud's and then stopped at the Village Inn for a bite and then headed for home.As I turned ...nto the driveway my headlights swept the front yard and the porch and I saw someone sitting on the porch steps. It was Abby. I got out of the car and walked up to the porch and I could see that Abby had been crying. She looked up at me when I started up the steps and said:"Did you fuck her?"The accusatory tone of voice pissed me off so I walked. Then she slowed down a little, and Ifelt her vagina spasm around my pole. I tried to countthe orgasms, but I couldn’t keep up.When they stopped, she sank forward, and I felt herlungs heaving through the large breasts pressingagainst my chest. It took her at least five minutes torecover. Then she got up off me, and as she did, I sawHarold bend over me. He was holding the end of aballoon with two fingers, and he stuck the fingersinto my mouth and released the balloon. I felt the airfrom the. "The same way you are doing, Clegg thought to himself as she took the tea.Angela's uniform was scattered across the bedroom, evidence of the enthusiasm with which the two of them had embarked on a night of carnal amusement. Clegg had to admit that the had enjoyed himself. If you were going to be seduced by a female intelligence officer then Angela ought to be near the top of your list, he felt. Not the most sophisticated lover perhaps but she'd had an enthusiastic approach to the sexual act. The girl's small feet had maroonpainted toenails, and she was wearing strappy stiletto heels of a shinyblack patent leather.Around us God abruptly un-paused the universe, so an announcement overthe public address system almost drowned out her voice."Okay," was all she replied, but it was enough that I'd heard her speakfor the first time - a breathy soprano that was able to sound suggestiveeven pronouncing those two innocuous words. Her tone in answering me wasodd, ambiguous. She hadn't said.