”“What the…? How the fuck do you…?” Tracy stammered in her rage, her accent reverting to Essex in an instant. “Who put you up to this? Is ...his one of Charlie’s stupid pranks? Have you been spyin’ on me? What perverted disgustin’ game are you playin’ at? What do you fuckin’ want out of me?!”“Sit down, Tracy! Nobody put me up to this. But I am a detective, after all – so after receiving your application, I did a bit of research, as I always do. So I know how much you love smoking, and I know how. This was when I was school pupil at St John's College in Harare Zimbabwe. I'm not from zimbabwe but my father was sent there on a diplomatic posting. Mrs Wilson was the girls swimming team's coach. She had medium length blond hair that made me think she was a scandinavian goddess the first time I saw her but she was scot living in zimbabwe at the time and every boy in school had fantasized about her. A few friends and I would sometimes sneak behind the hedges that surrounded the schools. You've seen how Kelly operates. Let me ask her about it, and then if she's agreeable, we'll talk about it on Monday when we get back."She left after another friendly kiss and more congratulations."Argh! The perfect haircut and I can't do anything with it!" said Ami.Vanetta had been gone only minutes when Cara and Ami came out of the shower dressed in stunning outfits, and Todd whistled his approval. "Come here to the make-up table and let me have a go at it," he said.As he had done with Laura. But it was too late. Robby was very heavy for her and she gave up quickly, when she realized that the dog was really in control of the full shagging.After about five minutes Ana felt him start to come as he began to fill her, she said the heat of his spunk was incredible and he kept on mounting and pumping her until he abruptly stopped hunching. Then he slipped out very easily and she got down face down, exhausted and a bit sore. Robby started to lap her clean, as Ana realized she had never had.