And that’s how it all began, folks. I contacted Nikki Brown on Facebook and added her as a friend. We chatted and agreed to meet somewhere. I met he... at the Food Court inside Copley Mall in Boston. I wore a red silk shirt, black silk pants and my black timberland shoes. Nikki showed up dressed like the sexiest businesswoman ever. She looked fly in her dark gray business suit. She was working as an intern at a law firm in the South End. So sister had to look the part. I turned on the charm and. I hoped it was my postal carrier because if it was, I had plans for her.After a months’ time, the cameras recorded her on my property in the late fall leaving two more bags. I loaded the pictures to my laptop and android tablet as evidence when I confronted her with my proposal. Before I confronted her, I telephoned a retired State Trooper, John Megan who owned a private investigating agency. John is a hunting buddy of mine and referred me to my divorce attorney. He agreed to get me personal. She murmured as I traced two fingers up and down her slit as I kissed her neck. I gently rubbed her clit, only stopping now and again to slide my fingers into her wet hairless pussy. Her whole body heaved and moaned as I began to rub her clit faster and faster, flicking my fingers from side to side, she was beginning to climax, her back arched and beads of sweat tricked down her neck. She bit back a muffled scream as her tense body went limp and groaned out breathes. She sat on my knee for a. It became better, but never quite good enough.So, Ruth was destined to a life of normality, domestic quietitude and a gradual decline into the almost, anonymity of being an everyday wife.Two events happened closely together to change that though. The first came after Ruth had been married for three years and was looking childless. Slightly desperate and more than a little harangued by her mother, blaming Tom for being unable to sire a child, she turned to her friends for support. Cindy, who had.