He thrust up each time my tongue went low. I thought at first that he wanted his cock in my mouth and I obliged the first few times, taking him deep, ...but then I realized he wanted something different. I set my tongue low on the underside of his balls and waited for him to thrust upwards forcing my tongue lower. I allowed him to direct the action for several more thrusts of my tongue across his opening before I took over and gave him a thorough tonguing before moving from his asshole, across his. I wanted to understand what the excitement felt like, deep in my pussy. I watched as he reached forward between her legs and of course later I learned that he was playing with her little clit, while he was fucking her pussy with his cock. I saw him put his hands on her waist while he rammed his cock into her. The best part to me was when he reached up and grabbed her shoulders. I already had learned what that meant from watching him fuck the young black woman. I had watched him fucking her. It was my lucky day and the information was found much easier than expected. What if they had decided to meet at some café at the mall? It could easily turned to a long boring day for me.Now I had to write down Anna's license number, get back to Roland with the Kawasaki and go home for working. A text message to the national car register gave me the reply that car BOV 785 was a VW Polo owned by a Monica Anna Elisabeth Johansson and her address.Still no clues about Monica Anna Elisabeth but now. Her beautiful form silhouetted by the street lamps that were alight on this dark December evening. He clutched a small piece of paper with a phone number, a date and a time. They had agreed to meet at the café again. He spent the next day drifting through his work barely paying attention to the various cases that he dealt with. He couldn’t get her image out his mind. The date on the paper was the 12th of December three days from then. He didn’t know how he would last that long without hearing.