The problem of keeping a low profile is that you must always remain within the mainstream, not drinking in the Pub can single one out as unusual as can drinking too a great deal or even drinking the wrong stigma of drinkable. I am afraid I must possess got it wrong,

I was struggling to get my degree at the topical anaesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three months in hospital, and the financial state of affairs was getting really bad, I was behind on the tear for the bedsitter in the sign of the zodiac I shared with four other lads, you can only husband so much on intellectual nourishment without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the construction I was cleaning as an evening job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alarms, locked the door behind me and headed for the roof for a fastball break in this bullet alarmed block, I heard a muffled plosion, and I froze, what the snake pit had I done. I kept scout, as I looked down I saw people in balaclava helmet leave in a hurry, the home had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no warning signal, no police, nothing. I went down and saw a door forced in a moment floor post and a safe, the room access blown open, with hard currency, security and gold barroom strewn across the floor, testimonial to a rapid exit.

Should I raise the Alarm, ring the Police, well perhaps I should just a borrow a few trim notes, before I knew it I had tidied away the money in my trolley car, and was worrying what to do next, but as the mo ticked away it became clear no one was coming, of course I had turned the alarm off, when I came in, I was wearing caoutchouc glove and remembering office 42 on the top and quaternary flooring was empty-bellied I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chairman removed a ceiling panel and stuffed money and securities into the void above, then I took the two gold measure to the roof and as a car passed dropped them to the Car Park.. Still no one came. No CCTV.

I went down reset the alarm, pulled the door shut unlocking and relocking the room access where it had been forced candid and after raising a drainage cover and dropping the gold down it I went round to my former edifice which I cleaned thoroughly ring the office to say I had finished.

I returned to the law-breaking scene, I unlocked the outside room access and turned the alarm off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarm box off the wall and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the room access and rushing around like a headless chicken until someone came, I saw an aged couple across the road `` Its been robbed '', I shouted. Soon I was charging around leaving handprints as the old couple called the police who thought they were mistaken, anyway the law came round eventually. They spotted the broken alarm, and promptly sent me home.

They took a assertion from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few week over a few nights the surety found their way to my room in my diggings, under the closet, and the cash two hundred and fifty thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you realize why I needed to keep a low profile.

Keeping a Low profile, I spent a lot of time at Uni, but I kept expecting to be arrested or questioned, I had to keep the cleaning job but I was suffering, my course of instruction work dropped off, the headache, you see the thief were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a attestant, my regular pint at the Student sexual union started to go four and I was warned for being late at work, So I changed to having just the one pint at the grape vine near my slam, the cat were always trying to deal knock off gear wheel, but I could just unbend, among strangers, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a pupil, a youngish Patrick Victor Martindale White English guy, some Asian guys took an interest in me, they assumed I was gay,

'' No Sorry pussy man me, '' I explained.

'' No matter, you 're short of readies I hear, '' the elder one said, late thirty maybe, leather cap you know the type.

'' news program travels, but yeah. `` I agreed.

`` Right, how about a prospect to earn some severe dosh, and do us a favour, '' he suggested as I sipped my pint one Sabbatum,

'' If it 's not knock off or drugs I might be interested, '' I agreed.

`` No it 's a rooster up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need somebody to marry a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is heroic to stay here, you 're not married, '' I shook me head `` Five hundred up presence Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` Good man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the add up was.

They sorted some details, I was told to recite the University that I lived at her flat tire now, the university needed to have the information in case in-migration checked, it was direct forward enough, and the five hundred pound betterment took care of the rent I owed, except five from the looting paid the rent, and the superfluous five was spends for me, and matter were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately watcher, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, stretch limo, no response, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best suit to cope with Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired lesbian in Wellington boot but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely conceive it, her flame red hair flowed around her shoulder her neck opening was consummate, aristocratic even she had freckles around her nose, her teeth were the whitest most double-dyed imaginable and her breasts were just complete and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in dearest and began to wish I had actually worn my expert suit instead of the twenty yr out of date ten quid special from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a unobjectionable shirt.

And then she spoke, she was so cold so clinical, she made my stock freeze. `` We marry Sabbatum, you have learned facts about me, ''

'' Yes '' I agreed awkwardly, `` We meet Saturday and never again, '' I agreed.

'' Unless in-migration snuff daily round '' said Kevin the older disgraceful guy.

`` mulct. '' I said and meant it.

Sabbatum came and feeling a tot up posterior I caught the bus to town in my best cause with a suitcase and stood at the registry building waiting for my future married woman, she arrived in a ache tailored business concern case, she gave me a western fence lizard kiss on the cheek, and we tried to look like we were in love for the Registrar not a huge problem for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, stage business over, we headed for the stretch limousine where arranging were made to pay me.

'' You get the money tomorrow morning, '' Ileana insisted, '' We must drop the night together. ''

The journey to Brighton was a nightmare then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate dinner in almost complete secretiveness and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our elbow room, hardly a Honeymoon Suite, at a suitably late minute.

We had elbow room service send up a lightness supper, and champagne, and she announced her aim of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up her jacket the light caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous swan neck and her fire red fuzz swinging, those, slenderize, nicely influence breasts, but her expression was again insensate, hard, wicked, but the soft light softened even this.

I smiled at her as my humanness stiffened, and as it did so I realised she had noticed my crotch bulge `` Do n't get ideas '' she ordered, `` This is clientele only '' but I saw a little smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for old women. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three sidereal day elderly than I, but she just ignored me and she just went into the en-suite bathroom showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful white mortise joint length night-dress.

She scowled at me, `` You take a bath, '' she said she simply climbed into the bed and pulled the bedclothes over her. `` You do n't get any peculiar theme you sleep on floor '' she ordered.

'' Are you with KGB or something '' I muttered heading for the shower.

I showered and thought about the situation, Ok I was being paid but she had no need to be so rude. I dressed in an Hotel Bathrobe and crossed to the bed throwing the cover charge back and slipping in beside her she put down her book, `` Sleep on storey, '' she insisted.

'' But we are not properly married yet until we have sex, '' I countered, `` You will pay me for piece of work I have not done unless I make love to you, '' I put my arms round her cupping her breasts to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a bombardment of punches and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her wrists, she seemed suddenly small and frightened.



My bathrobe had become displaced open down the presence and my manhood was now very mindful of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to attending, I let her go and adjusted my dress as they say, but as soon as I released her ams she started hitting me again until I grabbed her wrists until she stopped struggling, then I moved my head near her ear `` You saw mine now show me yours ! '' I joked.

'' Let me go, '' she insisted but I kissed her ear.

`` And you will show me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a shame, still this is prissy, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was warm and fragrant and I struggled to call back when I had last had a cleaning woman and my manhood strained and I felt the warning that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great gouts of creamy cum guesswork out as my tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the strawman of her gown.

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on intention, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive nighttime nightgown from crotch to rupture and beyond.

'' You filthy bastard, you will lick it off me, '' she insisted cruelly.

'' No I bloody well wont, '' I replied

'' Yes '' she said scooping some on a digit and pushing it at my oral fissure, `` Come on lick '' she said, `` You gay boys like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

She licked her digit absent mindedly `` Its not too bad for English language, so you eat former men 's seed but not your own. ''

'' No I do n't eat men 's seed, '' I protested.

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised Homo or at to the lowest degree Bisexual, they say you would not be concern in sex. ``

'' Interested in Girls, yes, Men no, you '' I paused, `` Definitely ! '' I thought a instant `` I tried not to but my body disagrees. ''

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her pap, standing rear straining brassiere and night nightdress, `` We must stay on alert or our torso will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive Theodore Harold White gown emphasising her curves, and she disappeared to the john and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her scrubs, `` This is ruined I think, we shall sleep now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the tabloid over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I form of dozed and felt exploring fingers, my bathrobe 's belted ammunition the first target then my chest which she carefully traced with a fingertip.

My fingers loosed the knot on her bathrobe, I searched in vain for the cincture of her panties and for her bra and carefully checked her tit and belly for defect before establishing she was so wet below she was leaking on to the sheet, and oh so gently pulled her to me as I manoeuvred to be on top on top of her and still she made no movement to resist, so I eased her stage apart, eased the soaking flower petal of her labia apart with my digit and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the rhythm method of cacoethes silently, two separate people making one being, perhaps creating another being organise our love, I sensed she was near the second of dismissal of her inner tensions that coming was nigh and I came, seemingly gal of boiling cum flooding her parts, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to shake up her as she lay in the middle of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of Jack-tar and the Beanstalk, with my erect member being the beanstalk and woke as a bland sleek warm and wet Russian slit descended on it, And I paid a regaining visit to the bed entering her as morning broke, `` Good Morning Mrs fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' in force break of day my Husband. '' she locked her pegleg around me `` You may buss the bride you know. ''

'' Yes my dear, '' I joked as I greeted her, `` Do you like being Mrs black cat ''

'' Yes I think I do, '' she agreed

'' Why ? '' I asked

'' Because my physical structure tells me you are the one for me '' she explained.

'' Not your center. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my fondness, '' she agreed, `` My head says run away. ``

'' I have a confession, '' she said before breakfast, `` I have not the money I owe you, I shall garner it but for now it is not there. ''

'' And the men who set this up ? '' I asked.

'' I owe them two thousand too, they will have to waitress. '' she explained, `` I am not bribable but I am desperate. ``

'' Any other debts, boyfriends girlfriends, I need to know about ? '' I asked

'' Ten yard for loanword and I have to find engage right now. '' she apologised.

'' So in fact you have a report for being rich and no money ? '' I probed as the absurdity of the situation sank in.

'' Yes, why are you laughing ? '' she asked.

'' Because I have money I should not have, and. '' I explained but I was getting intemperately again.

She sensed my design, `` Later, '' she suggested. `` Look Dan, Mr Fisher, the fairy tale ends here, I can not pay, you have no money, the beautiful fantasy is over, I never intended for us to have the sex but you must please face the truth. ''

'' No, It 's not a problem, '' I replied.

'' It is, we have no money, delight do not venture that you do. ``

'' Ileana, please. '' I insisted, `` I do have money ! ``

'' Go family Mr Daniel Martes pennanti, I wish it was dissimilar but it is not '' she explained

'' I 'll look you up when we get back home ! '' I promised.

'' But we do n't know each other, you know nada about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must give me some space. ``

'' Ok, a calendar week, I 'll give you a week, but hold open in touch Ok. ''

Then she paid the government note and we set off for menage separately, it turned out she never went back to the address we gave, it was there all right but a Somalian fellowship operated it as an accommodation address, but at least they had forwarded a disc to me with the wedding pictures on it.

News of my wedding had spread through Uni, and fille who had treated me like grunge suddenly revised their opinions as they believed me to be a gigolo sponging off my rich wife.

I got a car, a very nice Mercedes convertible with the major power tough, silver, two years old 48 000 miles of track I had to rent a curl up garage for it and keep a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitter with th guys.

I expected somebody to account us to the in-migration office, but nobody did, but it was the Asian guys that arranged the marriage who came looking for me. They found me at the campus subroutine library, they waited until I came out.

'' You really are a piece of prick ! '' I was told.

'' Yeah, right, why exactly ? '' I asked.

'' Your fair sex owes us, '' the younger one said.

'' How much ? '' I asked.

'' Ten Thou and the residue. '' he said.

'' Right, '' I agreed, `` She 's gone away. ''

'' Yeah, as far as Reed Street, you 're pimping her out right ? '' he asked.

'' doodly-squat, no, no I 'm not, look I have n't seen her since the marriage ? '' I explained.

'' We saw the car, man, you never earned that through a bookman loan ! '' the untested one asserted.

'' Yeah right, '' he said, and he handed me a card from a phone box.

My tenderness sank, but I pulled my mobile from my pocket, dialled the number and waited.

She answered my warmheartedness skipped, `` I saw you advert, you do bondage, humiliation yes ? ``

I asked.

'' Yes, what do you want ? '' she asked.

'' circle, gags that sorting of thing ? '' I suggested.

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you wish to establish an appointment ? ``

'' certain do, like do you do Hotels or anything ? '' I replied.

'' No, you can get along here, '' she countered.

'' When can I come, like the sooner the better ? '' I asked.

'' Half an hr, beside the second script bookstore by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

'' Ileana, classy, '' I said disguising my voice, '' one-half an hour is a bit smashed how about half preceding eight ? ``

'' Yes is good, an hour ? '' she said, `` Is One fifty pounds. ``

'' Half past eight ! '' I agreed.

I switched the phone off, `` Sounds like her, '' I agreed, `` She just sends me money. '' I thought a bit, `` So why do n't you find her ? ``

'' Because you do n't mess with those hombre do you ? '' the senior one suggested, `` Not when you can do it for us. ``

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll find her, return me a telephone call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't conjecture you want to handwriting out your number ? '' I handed him my business card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a taxi to the station, and saw the bookstore as we passed by. I walked around with my collar turned up for a few minutes and right wing on eight thirty I rang the door bell in the rotting brown door. The place was Sir Thomas More than seedy, a three storey pulley block across from the London bound side of meat of the station.

An apparently prematurely of age womanhood answered, `` Ileana, '' I asked.

'' Yeah she 's waiting, '' she said, `` Top floor room three. ``

I climbed the mawkish stairs, mushy, springy like rotten, and made my way past the nicotine stained 19 thirties wall theme of the stairwell to the top floor, I knocked on the door, she opened it, she wore a nanny coat over black-market stockings, and as far as I could see little else.

'' One hundred fifty pound please. '' she greeted me, she closed the door behind me and watched as I took the three fifties from my sac and handed them to her, and it was only as she smiled that I realised she was n't my Ileana.

'' You 're not Ileana ! '' I protested, I had been so sure that it would be her in the way but it was n't my Ileana, this girl 's whisker was auburn, but shone red in the lighting, she was shorter, her white meat larger, not so shapely.

'' So call in me something else I do n't mind, '' she replied.

'' No, Ileana, Ileana with the red hairsbreadth, and. '' I suggested.

'' No, no red heads work here, why ? '' she asked.

'' She 's my wife. '' I said, `` I want her back ! ``

'' Hey do n't get so stressed, why do n't you just sit on the bed and. '' she suggested.

'' No, '' I replied, `` I was faulty, keep the money, I guess you 'd rather watch TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

'' No ! '' she said, `` Do n't go, most of my clients are shall we say, not in their choice, so ? ``

'' coke job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so very much fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to unveil back suspenders and a black half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would prefer ? '' she said and pushed three finger's breadth of her forget hand into her vagina, `` Pussy ? ``

'' No ! '' I insisted but I had to adjust my rapidly swelling bulge.

She took my manus, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her helping hand now working to remove my belt, skid my glum grey trouser and underpants down and gratis my erection.

She rolled the condom onto me and she grinned as she lay back, my self control condition evaporated, and I climbed on top of her and slither into her slippery wetness.

I closed my optic, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that consequence I did n't really deal, ok she was a whore but she was still a charwoman and I knew she would fake an climax but that still did n't finish me trying to give her a genuine one but oh she was good, working her pussy brawn trying to milk the cum right out of me, so I let her do the study, I just had a bit of a think about how to chase after down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get discomfited I decided to teach her a little lesson.

'' Are you going to cum for me ? '' I asked.

'' Grow up ! '' she hissed, so I ground my renal pelvis into hers `` Ouch that hurt stop it ! '' she whispered.

'' So block trying to make me cum. '' I whispered back.

'' All right ! '' she said, `` You want to try doggy style or anything ? ``

'' Why are you getting sore ? '' I asked.

'' Yes ! '' she said.

'' Ok, '' I agreed and I pulled out. and she rolled over pulled a pillow under her self and looked round at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slid right field in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeeze and it was too deep, `` You bitch ! '' I complained, but I was cumming and cumming, `` Ohhhhhh my god ! ``

'' You see, '' she turned and grinned at me, `` I 'm the best ! ``

I was absolutely drained, it was only a quarter of an hour since I walked in.

'' Shall I see you again ? '' she asked as she handed me the bin for the used condom.

Not in a million years, I thought, but I said, `` Well maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

'' Do you have a photograph, '' she asked.

I grabbed my notecase and showed her the wedding photo.

'' So you 're dangerous, you 're really looking for your wife ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' I have honesty never seen her, '' she insisted, `` Sorry ! ``

I went home.

I waited for the inevitable outcry from my Asian Quaker, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the older one who asked.

'' Sure, ten thousand was it, '' I asked.

'' Yeah, '' he replied suspiciously.

'' Because Ileana said it was six. '' I insisted.

'' Interest, '' he replied.

'' Are you sure ? '' I asked again.

'' Sure, ten howling. '' he said.

'' Ileana will pay eight, '' I offered.

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

'' Cash, but I need something to record her that I paid you. '' I suggested

'' Sure, you paw over the hard currency, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of newspaper publisher. ``

'' You sign. I go to the cash breaker point. '' I explained.

'' Sure, eight, well than nothing, '' he agreed.

'' How about we meet in McDonalds at twelve thirty tomorrow ? '' I suggested, `` The one by the station ? ``

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the station carrying eight thousand pounding in cash and after ordering a Big Mac and fries I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of Johnny Cash for a objet d'art of theme which he signed, `` Paid in full £ 8000 ! ``

'' Maybe when the divorce comes through we can do business again ? '' I suggested, but they just slipped away wordlessly.

I wondered how to find Ileana but the immigration people saved me the difficulty, and she rang me.

'' Mr pekan, I need your help ! '' she admitted.

'' Where 's the rest of my money ? '' I asked.

'' You too will go to prison, '' she warned, `` The immigration want to see us, ''

'' mulct, where ? '' I asked.

'' They send to the destination, they find we are not there, '' she babbled.

'' So where do they want to see us ? '' I enquired.

'' My house, will you come, work things so they think you live here please ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my delight ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the address, '' we exchanged email addresses and arranged to meet next day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her lieu, it was quite a saucy apartment, two sleeping accommodation big living room, walking distance from Uni.

I took a case with some of my things, actually it was a soundly way to unloose up outer space in my bedsitting room

'' This is only for the authorities '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any suspicious ideas ! ``

'' I think we need to talk, '' I told her, `` A little issue of my money. ``

'' I do n't have it, '' she whined, `` My stage business is not in force, I have not the money. ``

'' What business ? '' I asked.

'' Art, Antiques, Russian Art, that sort of thing. '' she said.

'' A little bird told me you were a prostitute ? '' I probed, I did n't await the slap across my face.

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her radiocarpal joint, `` It 's not true then ? ``

She shook her capitulum, `` Ok, I was desperate, '' she said, `` Just a few prison term, I have to eat. ``

'' You fucking stupid squawk, '' I told her, `` Why the hell did n't you come to me ? ``

'' You ca n't help oneself ! '' she replied.

'' I paid the eight lofty you owed for the wedding party ! '' I informed her.

'' No ! '' she replied, `` But I am hiding from them. ''

'' Well, how very much do you saddle Ileana, fifty pounds ? '' I asked.

'' Do n't be so vicious ! '' she exclaimed.

'' Did you always use a prophylactic, every individual sentence ? '' I asked seriously.

'' Yes, of course, '' she agreed.

'' Be honorable, '' I said, `` No more prevarication. ``

'' If you stop pretending about having money. '' she insisted.

'' Because you can requite me in the sackful, fifty pounds a time, Ok ? ``

'' Oh no, no way, '' she protested

'' Why not, you sleep with anyone else ? '' I asked.

'' You pig ! '' she squealed.

'' No, you 're the pig, wallowing in soil sleeping with any man with a few pounds, where 's your self respect ! '' I asked.

'' In Soviet Union ! '' she snarled.

'' I was doing all right until I marry you, '' she said, `` I buy sell, then they want too a lot money so there is only the one way. ``

'' Ileana, I have money, but I need you, your business as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was disengage with Corn Flakes ! ``

'' No I suppose not. '' she agreed.

'' So how much do you owe ? '' I asked.

'' Ten thousand, I have paid some, but still ten thousand. '' she admitted.

'' I already paid the money for the wedding, see ? '' I showed her the hand scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have resole rights to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must give stolen the car. '' she said, `` You are really kind Book of the Prophet Daniel but I need regard and not money, I mean I need. '' I silenced her with a osculation.

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the trim off the interior of the passenger 's door and extracted a wad of promissory note from the bottom of the room access below the windowpane winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the bundles of notes at her,

She just stared, stared in disbelief, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the truth all of the time ? '' she gasped. `` Oh my god, do you love me that much ? ''

'' I suppose I do, '' I admitted,

She smiled, I did n't desolate the instant, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her fundament and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse tore off real easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short flannel skirt and black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making trusted she knew she was mine.

'' My you 're so masterly ! '' she gasped, as I struggled with my belt, `` Hey let me. '' she suggested, `` It 's ok, calm down ! ``

I somehow struggled out of my pant, kicked my brake shoe off, and had my shirt over my head before she collapsed in helpless laugh, this was n't in the plan.

'' Book of Daniel slacken down, make love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

'' Ok, are you saying I do n't have to will ? '' I asked.

'' No you do n't induce to leave, '' she said, `` You are my husband after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful love making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her peg so I could ride late inside her, she never tried to fight me away, in fact she locked her wooden leg round me so I could n't turn tail and she wailed in what sounded pretty much like an orgasm just before someone rang the doorway bell.

Well I ignored it as long as I could, but after I had cum in her and the randomness continued I felt I had to resolve. I pulled my trousers on and answered the door bare chested and bare foot. A fresh faced girl not often one-time than me wearing standard council officer uniform of boring similitude set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana fisher cat ? '' she asked.

'' Do I count like an Ileana ? '' I asked, `` Ileana it 's for you. '' I shouted.

'' And you are ? '' she asked clutching her cartridge holder board.

'' Dan, Daniel pekan, Ileana 's husband. '' I replied, `` Why ? ``

'' immigration, '' she said, `` We were told you had separated, '' she explained.

'' Oh yes, well its rude to total to the door entwined, '' I replied. She took a second for what I said to bury in.

'' Yes we were fucking, '' I explained, `` Those noises like a pig death, her orgasm ok. ''

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

'' You want a threesome ? '' I asked, and she thought it over for a second.

'' Better not ! '' she said, almost sadly,"I have to check, we had information that you had separated."

"No, we just moved, is that a problem ?"I asked.

"Er no,"the woman agreed,"No, no problem at all, sorry to disturb you."

Ilena stood behind me,"Goodbye,"she said theatrically,"Come back to bed Daniel !"

Well I didn't need asking twice !