I guess I really wasn’t meant to have it.’ He couldn’t help laughing the look on her face demanded it. She looked like a kid caught with her han...d in the cookie jar. He made up his mind in that moment to invite her to join him on his trip. ‘Guess not, hey if you can wait until the morning, I am on the way to California with a load of car parts, you’re welcome to keep me company.’ She stepped back and looked him up and down. He felt himself tighten and lengthen at her appraisal. He knew it was. Sucking my way down the side…slow and long…stroking you…back up and taking you fully into my mouth now…youre moaning low and soft moans…one of your hands rubbing my body from my waist down and all over my ass…between my legs…your fingers slipping between my pussy lips…carrying the wetness up my ass…im wiggling under your strokes…sucking and moving up and down on your dick…your other hand on my head…fingers tangled in my hair…moving my head on your dick…Im so lost in you…moving up and down on. I told me to talk dirty for me so I can continue cum. We continue to have phone sex and exchanged phone numbers offline. Later he had mentioned that he was going to be vacationing in the MD/DC area that spring. He said that he is a history buff which made the MD/DC area an ideal vacation destination. He had impressed me with his encyclopedic knowledge of the Civil War. One day, he had asked me to send him my cum filled cotton panties for him to smell at his leisure. At first I had. What’s going on Jack? Who are you, Rambo?’ ‘Babe, I’m not Rambo, I’m Jack Hoover, the man who you married and who loves you more than anything in the world. I did what they said on the news and I’m sorry that it had to go that far, but they wouldn’t listen and were going to do things to you that I couldn’t allow. I had to put a stop to it before you got hurt. What happened was their fault, I was just the instrument of their destruction. I would have done anything to save you. I don’t care if it.