”“I’m sorry, Sir, but the Prince is in Dubai.”“That’s funny! He was at my house last evening.”After a brief pause the man continued, “...I can neither confirm or deny that statement, Sir. My security chief asks if there’s another name by which we might know you?” Jason understood the game at that point. They need some confirmation he was who he said he was.“Your security chief would know me as Longbow.”Seconds later another voice responded, “Sorry about that, Colonel, but the name Jason Magill. "I need to know the good stuff." I have to show you," he moved away from me, pulling his now-warm hand from between my legs."Show me later," I smiled. "I have to show you something first."I moved out from under him, leaving him sitting on the couch as I stood, looking into his eyes and reaching down to the hem of my dress and slowly pulling it up. "Andrea," James began, sitting upright in the chair, his arms outstretched."Shh," I smiled, bringing a painted nail up to my lips, before reaching. As she rode him she queried, “Do I feel any different inside?”Joe quickly replied, “You are a lot juicier than usual and it feels like I’ve already fucked you once.”She smiled, “One of my fuck buddies borrowed an RV van and he banged me right after school and dropped me off here. So you are sliding in some pretty fresh semen. Flowers aren’t the only thing that like being fertilized. I love the feeling and I hope you do too.”Joe blew his wad as the thought sank in. After his pulses subsided, he. The man's head was not in the photos so I had no idea who it could be.To say I was upset wouldn't even be close to what I felt. Actually murderous rage would just about cover it. The pictures were dated on the back and according to the dates Sally had been fucking around on me for over seven years. Seven years! Almost the entire time of our marriage. How in the hell could that happen without me noticing something that would make me suspicious? I must have had my head up my ass. Now the question.