He came in, handed me his card, and then sat down next to me.“Have you talked to the FBI before?”“Yes. I’ve seen the same two agents a few tim...s. They’ve talked to me about my relationship with my friend Ivan Konstantinovich Voronin, who was Trade Attaché to the US until the end of April. He’s been reassigned to Moscow. I’ve dated his daughter off and on since 1981. I first met her in Austria in 1980. They’ve asked me about espionage and even tried to encourage me to spy on my friends.”“OK.. Why do you say seasoned pussy?" I replied. "Well, this pussy has seen many men, many men have been inside here. So my pussy knows how to please a man and what it wants. It is a good pussy and knows how to please a man." Rose said as she rubbed her pussy with her hand smearing my load around her bush then dropping her night shirt. After that things were normal. Except that every so often Rose would want a "poke". And it was nice to have a no strings attached woman to fuck. I could get a blow. .” I left the rest of the thought unsaid.I waited for a second as she slipped on her runners and then led her towards one of the white gravel pathways that ambled off from our right. I was pretty sure that this one wandered through the hedge gardens and then turned towards the forest while following a small babbling brook.“So, are you going to answer my question?” she inquired as she glanced sideways at me.“What? About whether I really meant what I said about being glad that I can’t use my. Think about something else. She remembered Ricky's apparent surprise when she'd suggestedthat she might cook dinner tonight. He really didn't believe shecould cook, did he? The little smart aleck. He probably didn'tbelieve she could keep house, either. Well, she couldn't blame him too much. They'd hired Hildashortly after Ricky was born. Ricky had never known another cook orhousekeeper. Even when Hilda had taken vacations -- as she was doingnow for a few weeks -- they'd hired.