I drove home in the early morning and reflected “who was that fucking woman?” I thought then it came to me, it all clicked into place, Zelda was M...ria, all the little characteristics that I knew so well slotted in as well as the fact that she had a fairly low opinion of me which hurt because I had shed tears over that woman, I did not go back to the club again but I did see Maria again and sooner than I imagined.The next bit gets quite complicated so I advise that you pay close attention.The. "Honey, where are you? No, don't tell me, everyone is looking for you. Why did you do it? I know that Special Agent Fitzgerald can be a trial at times, but you should not have joined up with that criminal Malone.Sarah finally got a word in, "Mr. Malone is not a criminal! He is being framed. Let me talk to Special Agent Fitzgerald and I can get this all made jake." It took a few minutes before Fitzgerald came on the blower.Fitzgerald was angry too. "What the hell do you think you are doing. "I got a kiss on the cheek before she got out of the truck. At that point, I decided to get a new car and stopped at the Mercedes dealership on the way home. Believe me that I know all that, "Be American, buy American" stuff, but being very honest, most of the cars in 1982 were just ugly. I preferred the three series to the six series BMWs. The Cadillac's were ugly so I went with the Mercedes 380SL convertible. I didn't want to look like Magnum PI driving around Washington, so, of the many cars. Moving my right hand to the back of her calf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer black stockings feeling the patented stocking tops. Stopping for a moment feeling and exploring the softness of her panties. Grabbing a handful of her right but cheek tightly. My left hand moving upwards in a python like manner, my breath getting considerably heavier, pulling her ever closer, she lets out a whimper and bites her lip. Time seems.
Read MoreRelated Videos
