." (James?) I think... he must know me... I must know him... I just want to get home... ...I get in... ...I'm tired. I must have had more to drink, or... ate something... I don't know. But I'm falling in and out of sleep in the passenger seat... ...then I remember waking up, being helped up some wooden stairs into a house... wait, this isn't my bed... ...he's taking my clothes off... what the fuck man... but I feel drunk and whatever, I don't know... ...I come to and he's advancing towards me. I'm. He calls me five or six times asking me to record him promising to pay. He does not know that I record all incoming calls from the start. He then gives me his personal unlisted number thinking he is safe and that I can’t track him down. Mistake number 2 was calling a Mistress who lives in Washington DC the Nation’s Capital where there are spies on every corner. The CIA and FBI and everyone else. I happen to have a very exclusive list of clients who will gladly do any favor I want. So I now. When we were kids my old man used to tell me and my brother: if you don’t have anything to do, go to the end of the drive way and stick out you thumb. Seek adventure. I never took his suggestion. My brother did. He ended up in a mountain campground in the Pennsylvania hills. Had the time of his life. Got laid, got drunk, got in a fight and got his ass kicked. He still talks about it as the best week-end of his life. I was in the middle of a dart shooting challenge at the Rod and Gun Club at. Her dark mound of a triangle stuck out from her pale white legs, her lips, fat and juicy lay partly open. I climbed on to the foot of the bed, moving up between her legs and sank my head down in to her fanny.I wanted to taste mom in all her glory and licked up her slit to her clit with the warm sweet smell of sex filling my noise. I concentrated on her clit, sucking it in to my mouth and twirling my tongue over and around it. She started to twist about on the bed pushing and gyrating her fanny.