The day after the divorce was to be final Tom and Wanda were going to drive me to the International Airport in Orlando. I wasn’t taking much, so pac...king was no problem. I left Tom the Ford pickup as a thank you for putting up with me. That was when things took a strange turn. Before we could get out of the driveway a black SUV pulled in behind us. Tom had no idea who they were. Clyde Greene introduced himself and his friend, Dave Fielding, as FBI agents. ‘We are looking for Terry Harrison. Can. Tom felt a little pre-cum ooz out, “careful now Tom, this has to last” he thought.Tom opened his eyes, struggled to focus through a drug like haze, “sexy as fuck” he thought, looking up through her underbelly fur, to see her looking down at him, with her luminescent green eyes, licking and lapping at her most private entrance, she smiling with enjoyment and pleasure beaming from her. “Enter me now Tom, on top, face to face, like humans, I want you inside me....” Sarah quietly whispered. Her. I was trying to catch my breath when I feel your hands grabbing my hips and pulled them up, where my ass was in the air. I had no clue what you were up too. You then lay on your back, pulled my hips down on your face and started licking me. This way felt so good I was having multiple orgasms right then and there. I grabbed your hair, pushing your face deep into me; shoving your tongue all the way in. I was screaming at this point in time. Screaming for you to fuck me hard. You got the hint. She could smell sweaty boy, mixed up with some cheap teenage body deodorant in it somewhere. They looked fairly new. They were briefs, but that was all she could tell. She couldn’t see any sticky residues, not that she was looking for them of course. Jon was heaving at another pile of rocks when she came back into the garden. The sun was out, and it was hot. He had taken his top off. She had difficulty not staring at his smooth, firm, but coltish upper body. Small crisp nipples topped off a.