’ She looked directly into his face. ‘And I know you as Jamie, and I have only known you a day, though rather more intimately than many. But perha...ps there is another here may also claim that?’ He went red, and now she laughed. ‘An open book!’ She said it with an air of triumph. ‘Don’t you try to hide things from me Sir, I will find them out and then I will seek retribution.’ ‘Well, now you know. Umm … Joanna?’ ‘Yes? Now I suppose you will tell me that your life story was a pack of lies and you. "Hello, do come in. You must be Irene ?" She looked a little older than her husband but not in any obvious way. Her short, dark hair and bright blue eyes were a winning combination. Far more eyecatching, however, were her huge breasts. She had a one piece swimming costume on with a wraparound, that did little to hide their size. Sam had never had any sort of contact with another woman but couldn't help wondering what they would feel like to touch. Her own were a lovely size but these were. I stood by and watched as he excitedly climbed on top of her and grunted in satisfaction as he slid his prick into her slick pussy slit. I kept telling myself as he pumped away, that each time he thrust into her he was probably paying at least $50. Not bad I kept telling myself, $50 a thrust, that's some kind of money. And I kept telling myself the same thing as each of those white dudes climbed on top of her and fucked her until they came in her pussy. After a while I could see white creamy. One dinner for two and a bottle of wine later, we had the site cleaned up and everything but the chairs and table packed. We sat by the moonlight and enjoyed our last bottle of wine. She eventually moved closer to me, taking my hand and kissing me on the cheek. ‘Thank you for this. This has been the best night of my life,’ she said, resting her head on my shoulder. ‘You’re welcome. You mean a lot to me Becky, I just felt I had to show it.’ I stroked her soft hair, lightly brushing it away from.