I hadn't seen him since all of Emma's scheming had gone intooverdrive. What was he doing here? I saw him place the bottle on thetable, saw Jill thank ...im, saw him refill her glass with a big smile,and I saw them begin to talk, both of them laughing and at ease. Jillknew Mick of course, for the simple fact that she was going out with me.Had she contacted him in order to try and find out where her boyfriendwas? Or had he contacted her to say I had disappeared? Or was thisanother thing that had. Palmer smiled."Good," she said. "I don't want to know — yet — how it did or didn't influence him. What I want from you, by Friday, is how it might have influenced him. For example, he was a crewman on a whaling boat. Oh, and that's the one fact that is off limits. How might his experience on that boat influence his work? What would you look for when you're reading? Miss Josephs?" Will you be grading this, Mrs. Palmer?" came a prim voice from directly in back of me. I recognized Missy Joseph's. But not here." Why not here?" I want someplace more ... private," she said, still pumping his cock."How about my room?"She shrugged. "That'd be ok, I guess."Ethan stuffed his cock back in his shorts and buckled up."Good. Go up and wait for me. I'll be there in a few minutes."She grinned at him and ran in the house like it was her birthday and she was going to get a big surprise. He put the GTO back in the garage, put the hose away, and dumped the soapy water. For some reason he was in no hurry.. Com/stories/a-fumble-on-a-tumble-9690734Things had worked out well with Angela and with more work to do at her house I was looking forward to more hot sex with her. I got the feeling she was getting hooked on fucking me behind her husbands back and she was certainly up for some kinky fun. I had big plans for expanding my sexual adventures with her. I called her up to tell her I had got the parts for putting in the extra plug sockets and charging points so needed to work out the best time to.