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

I was struggling to get my degree at the local anesthetic University, I had to re do a year when I crashed my motorcycle and had three months in hospital, and the financial post was getting really bad, I was behind on the rent for the bedsit in the house I shared with four former lads, you can only economise so much on food for thought without dying, but I needed a few beers just to get through the day.

Then it all changed, the building I was cleaning as an evening job was raided. I had arrived about 9 turned off the alarms, locked the room access behind me and headed for the roof for a pot jailbreak in this smoke alarmed block, I heard a muffled plosion, and I froze, what the hell had I done. I kept watch, as I looked down I saw hoi polloi in balaclavas leave in a hurriedness, the billet had been robbed, and yet nothing happened, no alert, no police, zero. I went down and saw a threshold forced in a second trading floor office and a safety, the room access blown open, with cash, security measures and Gold Bars strewn across the floor, testimony 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, and was worrying what to do next, but as the min ticked away it became clear up no one was coming, of course of study I had turned the alarm system off, when I came in, I was wearing rubber gloves and remembering post 42 on the top and fourthly trading floor was hollow I quickly unlocked it and stood on a chair removed a ceiling board and pig out money and certificate into the void above, then I took the two amber Browning automatic rifle to the cap 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 door where it had been forced open and after raising a drain cover and dropping the gold down it I went cycle to my other building which I cleaned thoroughly rang the situation to say I had finished.

I returned to the crime tantrum, I unlocked the outside door and turned the alarm off, no one came, then I wrenched the alarm box off the rampart and thoroughly trashed it before re-locking the door and rushing around like a headless chicken until someone came, I saw an elderly duad 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 soften alarm clock, and promptly sent me home.

They took a statement from me and eventually they caught the criminals who admitted everything, and after a few weeks over a few nights the securities found their way to my room in my jab, under the wardrobe, and the cash two hundred and L thousand..

Keeping a Low profile, do you sympathize 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 hold open the cleansing job but I was suffering, my course of action work dropped off, the worry, you see the thieves were arrested and on remand, then I was to be a looker, my unconstipated pint at the Student union started to become four and I was warned for being recently at employment, So I changed to having just the one pint at the grape vine near my excavation, the guy were always trying to sell pick apart off gear, but I could just relax, among strangers, in anonymity. But my plans misfired, I was not anonymous, I was a educatee, a youngish 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 scant of readies I hear, '' the quondam one said, late thirty maybe, leather jacket you know the type.

'' tidings change of location, but yeah. `` I agreed.

`` Right, how about a probability to gain some severe dosh, and do us a favour, '' he suggested as I sipped my pint one Saturday,

'' If it 's not criticise off or drugs I might be matter to, '' I agreed.

`` No it 's a cock up, '' he said earnestly, `` We need someone to marry a Russian, Ileana or something only her visa is ending and she is desperate to stay here, you 're not married, '' I shook me psyche `` Five hundred up front Ok, '' he handed it to me, I took it `` ripe man, we will be in touch, I never even asked how much the total was.

They sorted some details, I was told to recite the University that I lived at her flat now, the university needed to make the selective information in causa immigration checked, it was consecutive forward enough, and the five hundred pound cash advance took fear of the snag I owed, except five from the robbery paid the rent, and the extra five was spends for me, and affair were looking distinctly promising.

The wedding was all planned immaculately Witnesses, Honeymoon, well one night in an Hotel in Bridlington, reaching limo, no reception, even a photographer, and I was ordered to be at the Metropole Hotel at six in my best wooing to meet Ileana for a chat, I expected a spiky haired gay woman in Jackboots but Ilena was something else completely.

I could scarcely consider it, her flaming red hair flowed around her shoulders her cervix was perfective, blue-blooded even she had freckles around her nozzle, her tooth were the whitest most perfect imaginable and her breasts were just perfect and her legs, well they just went on and on. I suddenly realised I was in dear and began to wish I had actually worn my good suit instead of the 20 years out of date ten quid peculiar from Oxfam and especially I regretted not wearing a neat shirt.

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

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

'' Unless immigration sniff rung '' said Kevin the older black guy.

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

Sat came and feeling a total butt I caught the bus to township in my best causa with a traveling bag and stood at the registry building waiting for my future married woman, she arrived in a smart tailored commercial enterprise suit, she gave me a swift kiss on the boldness, and we tried to look like we were in honey for the Registrar not a Brobdingnagian problem for me, and we did the paperwork, and then, business over, we headed for the stretch limo where transcription were made to pay me.

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

The journey to Brighton was a incubus then we booked into a small Hotel where we ate dinner party in almost complete silence and spent the evening relaxing in the bar before transferring to our room, hardly a Honeymoon cortege, at a suitably late hour.

We had way service send up a lightness supper, and Champagne-Ardenne, and she announced her intention of going to bed, and as she turned to hang up up her jacket the lightheaded caught her and suddenly I remembered how beautiful she was with her gorgeous stray neck and her flame red tomentum swinging, those, slim, nicely shaped knocker, but her expression was again cold, hard, grave, but the flabby twinkle softened even this.

I smiled at her as my manhood stiffened, and as it did so I realised she had noticed my crotch bulge `` Do n't get musical theme '' she ordered, `` This is stage business only '' but I saw a rebuff smile.

'' It 's Ok I do n't go for older cleaning lady. '' I lied and she scowled, we both knew she was only three days quondam than I, but she just ignored me and she just went into the en-suite privy showered and when she appeared she was wearing a beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White articulatio talocruralis duration night-dress.

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

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

I showered and thought about the state of affairs, 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 covers back and slipping in beside her she put down her book, `` Sleep on floor, '' she insisted.

'' But we are not properly married yet until we have sex, '' I countered, `` You will pay me for work I have not done unless I make bang to you, '' I put my branch round her cupping her breasts to wind her up, she reacted violently wrenching herself free and raining a barrage of slug and slaps on me, I sat up and caught her wrist joint, she seemed suddenly small and panic-struck.



My bathrobe had become displaced open down the front and my manhood was now very aware of her proximity, leaking pre cum and standing obscenely to care, I let her go and adjusted my apparel 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 indicate me yours ! '' I insisted.

'' No I will not '' she insisted.

`` Oh what a disgrace, still this is nice, '' I said as kissed her ear again, she was warm and fragrant and I struggled to remember when I had last had a woman and my humanness strained and I felt the warnings that I was about to cum.

Oh god I was cumming. Great urarthritis of creamy cum shot out as my tool emerged through the gap in my bathrobe and cum splashed all over the presence of her nightdress.

'' Oh God sorry, Ileana, Oh I did not do it on design, sorry '' I said releasing her as I realised my cum had soaked her expensive nighttime scrubs from crotch to bust 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 fingerbreadth and pushing it at my mouth, `` total on biff '' she said, `` You gay son like cum. ''

'' No way ! '' I insisted.

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

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

'' Are you not Bi sexual, '' she asked, `` They promised Homo or at least bisexual, they say you would not be concern in sex. ``

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

'' I too have this trouble '' she admitted, `` Look ! '' she pointed to her tit, standing rear straining brassiere and night nightdress, `` We must remain qui vive or our bodies will do sex while we sleep '' she slid from the bed her expensive white robe emphasising her curves, and she disappeared to the bathroom and reappeared in a hotel bathrobe carrying her gown, `` This is ruined I think, we shall catch some Z's now yes `` she suggested and she pulled the sheets over her.and switched off the bedside light.

I sort of dozed and felt exploring fingers, my bathrobe 's bash the start aim then my bureau 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 white meat 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 effort to refuse, so I eased her pegleg apart, eased the soaking petal of her labia apart with my finger and gently eased my straining humanity into her.

We rocked with the speech rhythm of passion silently, two separate multitude making one being, perhaps creating another being constitute our lovemaking, I sensed she was near the moment of waiver of her internal tensions that orgasm was nigh and I came, seemingly gallons of boiling cum flooding her component, she cried out then stilled and slowly gently I withdrew, and so as not to disturb her as she lay in the eye of the bed, I curled up happily on the floor.



I dreamed of doodly-squat and the Beanstalk, with my erect phallus being the beanstalk and woke as a smooth sleek warm and wet Russian cunt descended on it, And I paid a return visit to the bed entering her as dawn broke, `` safe Morning Mrs Fisher, '' I greeted her.

'' Good dawning my hubby. '' she locked her branch around me `` You may snog the St. Brigid you know. ''

'' Yes my love, '' I joked as I greeted her, `` Do you like being Mrs pekan ''

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

'' Why ? '' I asked

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

'' Not your heart. '' I suggested.

'' Yes my heart, '' she agreed, `` My school principal says run away. ``

'' I have a confession, '' she said before breakfast, `` I have not the money I owe you, I shall earn 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 wait. '' she explained, `` I am not venal but I am dire. ``

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

'' Ten G for loan and I have to get hold rent 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 unvoiced again.

She sensed my intentions, `` 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 delight face the truth. ''

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

'' It is, we have no money, please do not pretend that you do. ``

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

'' Go home Mr Daniel Fisher, I wish it was unlike but it is not '' she explained

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

'' But we do n't have sex each former, you know zippo about me ! '' she insisted, `` This is crazy, you must consecrate me some quad. ``

'' Ok, a week, I 'll sacrifice you a calendar week, but keep in touch Ok. ''

Then she paid the bill and we set off for habitation separately, it turned out she never went back to the address we gave, it was there all right but a Somali family operated it as an accommodation savoir-faire, but at to the lowest degree they had forwarded a phonograph recording to me with the wedding word-painting on it.

news of my wedding had spread through Uni, and missy who had treated me like shit 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 great power hoodlum, silver, two years old 48 000 miles of track I had to rent a lock up garage for it and keep a low profile about the fact I still shared a bedsitting room with th guys.

I expected somebody to report us to the immigration authorities, but cypher did, but it was the Asian guys that arranged the married couple who came looking for me. They found me at the campus library, they waited until I came out.

'' You really are a musical composition of shit ! '' I was told.

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

'' Your woman owes us, '' the younger one said.

'' How practically ? '' I asked.

'' Ten G 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.

'' Shit, 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 student loanword ! '' the younger one asserted.

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

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

She answered my core skipped, `` I saw you advert, you do bondage, mortification yes ? ``

I asked.

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

'' Ropes, gags that sort of thing ? '' I suggested.

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` Do you like to get an naming ? ``

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

'' No, you can come here, '' she countered.

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

'' Half an time of day, beside the second hand bookshop by the Station, ask for Ileana. ''

'' Ileana, classy, '' I said disguising my voice, '' Half an minute is a bit smashed how about half past eight ? ``

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

'' Half past eight ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' Ok, '' I agreed, `` I 'll come up her, make me a call, maybe tomorrow, I do n't hypothesize you want to hand out your number ? '' I handed him my stage business card., and he peered closely at it and they walked away.

I took a taxi to the post, and saw the bookstall as we passed by. I walked around with my collar turned up for a few arcminute and right hand on eight 30 I rang the door bell in the rotting brown door. The place was More than seedy, a three storey block across from the London bound English of the station.

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

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

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

'' One hundred l Pound please. '' she greeted me, she closed the room access behind me and watched as I took the three 50 from my air pocket 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 room but it was n't my Ileana, this female child 's tomentum was auburn, but shone red in the visible light, she was shorter, her knocker gravid, not so shapely.

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

'' No, Ileana, Ileana with the red hair's-breadth, 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 wrong, keep the money, I guess you 'd rather keep an eye on TV or something, but thanks, ok. ''

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

'' blow job ? '' I asked.

'' Not so often fun for me, '' she said, as she removed her coat to reveal back suspender and a black one-half cup bra. She smiled, `` Perhaps sir would choose ? '' she said and pushed three fingers of her leave behind helping hand into her vagina, `` puss ? ``

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

She took my script, `` Come ! '' she said leading me to the bed, her hands now working to remove my swath, skid my dark Zane Grey trouser and underpants down and loose my erection.

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

I closed my eyes, it still could n't be Ileana, but, well, at that moment I did n't really care, ok she was a prostitute but she was still a womanhood and I knew she would fake an orgasm but that still did n't stop me trying to give her a genuine one but oh she was good, working her kitty musculus trying to milk the cum right out of me, so I let her do the work, I just had a bit of a think about how to track down Ileana, as I just rocked fairly gently and then when she started to get frustrated I decided to instruct her a niggling lesson.

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

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

'' So stop trying to seduce 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 cycle at me. I scrabbled around behind her and slid right in.

'' Oh that 's good, '' I complimented her, and then she did her squeezing 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 well ! ``

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 age, I thought, but I said, `` well maybe, but I am seriously looking for Ileana. ``

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

I grabbed my pocketbook and showed her the wedding ceremony 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 call from my Asian acquaintance, `` You find her ? '' it sounded like the senior 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 grand. '' he said.

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

'' Yeah, '' he replied.

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

'' Sure, you paw over the cash, '' he agreed, `` You get a bit of paper. ``

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

'' Sure, eight, better than zippo, '' he agreed.

'' How about we meet in McDonalds at 12 30 tomorrow ? '' I suggested, `` The one by the station ? ``

And so it was agreed, I walked nervously Mc Donalds by the place carrying eight thousand lbf. in cash and after ordering a Big Mac and fries I waited until they arrived, and then I exchanged a big wad of Cash for a piece of paper which he signed, `` Paid in full £ 8000 ! ``

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

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

'' Mr Fisher, I need your avail ! '' she admitted.

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

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

'' Fine, where ? '' I asked.

'' They send to the name and address, they find we are not there, '' she babbled.

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

'' My theater, will you come, bring things so they think you live here delight ? '' she asked.

'' Sure my pleasance ! '' I agreed, `` Just email me the speech, '' we exchanged email name and address and arranged to fill side by side day at ten a.m.

I was impressed, when I saw her place, it was quite a chic apartment, two bedchamber big living room, walking space from Uni.

I took a case with some of my affair, actually it was a commodity way to give up up quad in my bedsitter

'' This is only for the authorization '' she warned me, `` Do n't get any singular musical theme ! ``

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

'' I do n't suffer it, '' she whined, `` My business is not salutary, I have not the money. ``

'' What business ? '' I asked.

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

'' A short boo told me you were a prostitute ? '' I probed, I did n't expect the slap across my face.

I staggered back in surprise but then I grabbed her wrist, `` It 's not dead on target then ? ``

She shook her head, `` Ok, I was desperate, '' she said, `` Just a few times, I have to eat. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Well, how much do you charge Ileana, fifty Ezra Pound ? '' I asked.

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

'' Did you always use a rubber, every bingle meter ? '' I asked seriously.

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

'' Be fair, '' I said, `` No to a greater extent lies. ``

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

'' Because you can riposte me in the sack, 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 filth sleeping with any man with a few pounds, where 's your ego respect ! '' I asked.

'' In Russia ! '' 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 organization as a cover. '' I explained, `` The car, you think that was free 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 handwriting scrawled receipt `` So I guess I have fillet of sole right hand to fuck you, is that Ok ? '' I tried.

'' No, you must hold stolen the car. '' she said, `` You are really form Daniel but I need compliments and not money, I mean I need. '' I silenced her with a kiss.

'' Wait here ! '' I ordered, and I shot down the stairs to the Mercedes, I pulled the passementerie off the inside of the passenger 's door and extracted a wad of notes from the can of the door below the window winder and then I put everything back and went upstairs, `` Money '' I said as I threw the big bucks of billet at her,

She just stared, stared in disbelief, `` It was all for nothing, you were telling the the true 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 blow the moment, I 'm afraid, I just swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, her pink blouse rupture off really easily, and I popped her tits out of her bra and dragged her short T. H. White skirt and black thong off her, she squealed, I was n't interested in why, only in making sure she knew she was mine.

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

I somehow struggled out of my trouser, kicked my shoes off, and had my shirt over my head word before she collapsed in lost laughter, this was n't in the plan.

'' Book of the Prophet Daniel slow down, cause love to me properly, '' she insisted, `` There is no hurry. ``

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

'' No you do n't induce to go out, '' she said, `` You are my hubby after all. ``

It was hardly beautiful love making, she squealed s I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs so I could push recondite inside her, she never tried to push me away, in fact she locked her legs round me so I could n't head for the hills and she wailed in what sounded pretty practically 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 stochasticity continued I felt I had to resolve. I pulled my trousers on and answered the door bare chested and denude ft. A sweet faced young lady not much sr. than me wearing criterion council officer uniform of boring twin set and bouse was waiting impatiently, `` Mrs Ileana pekan ? '' she asked.

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

'' And you are ? '' she asked clutching her clip board.

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

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

'' Oh yes, well its rude to come to the threshold entwined, '' I replied. She took a present moment for what I said to sink in.

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

'' Oh ! '' she gulped.

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

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

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

"Er no,"the woman agreed,"No, no job at all, sorry to commove you."

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

Well I didn't need asking twice !