I could smell her aroma and it was just perfect.I slowly moved my hand over her bare waist and started caressing her smooth skin to which she closed h...er eyes. She also responded by moving her hand on my thighs. Soon I started fondling her boobs over her blouse. She was so good and perfect pair of tits.She was rubbing my tool over my pant which was rock solid. And then I did something she was not expecting. I pulled her close and kissed her lips while driving the car. She too responded for a. Wrong license ... Australia ... but I could Delta to Milwaukee. I’d have to change planes at The Hub but that seemed a minuscule difficulty.Then I discovered that The Hub is Minneapolis St. Paul ... Minnesota. Or Atlanta ... Georgia. Just how far out of the way was I willing to put up with?According to one passport, I was Commonwealth ... the other was US. Dual citizenship ... born in the USA ... hadn’t been in the continental United States in 12 years.And suddenly ... I needed... “Umh ... I. Of course in the scheme of things, my opinion had to be right because I was infallible in such matters if the truth be known.I did remember my date’s name was Gloria and in point of fact her proud ass was truly glorious in every respect and it had spoiled me for average housewife asses for quite some time after that fateful Wednesday evening of anal delight. One of the silly tunes from the show kept running though my brain at odd moments and I remember humming the lyrics in places like. ”“Let’s cut to the chase, Michael. You were in the United States Army for two months before breaking your leg and getting a medical discharge. The Army always fingerprints their recruits for a variety of reasons. Shall I phone the sheriff and tell him we have a bigamist for him to arrest?”I joined in then. “Michael, we have no desire to harm you or your life. Mr. Peterson is a well-established attorney in New York. I want to adopt your daughter Amber. I plan to marry Amy as soon as we.