*debbie* I go to a job interview as a "products tester" and it turns out to be. “Jacqueline!” she answered smiling. I was there for about two weeks until American troops drove through, and I had to leave. We must have fucked every day, sometimes twice. She was bound and determined to have my baby. Forgive me? Love, Jack. Moms last letter was dated May 5 th . She wrote, Dearest Jack, Of course I forgive you! I want you home, safe, in my arms as soon as possible! But, just so you know, I had a little tryst of my own. After all it’s only fair since you have sown your oats,. My senses returned slowly, and it seemed like forever before I could comprehend the situation.It was like that fucking movie, The Fugitive; Dr. Richard Kimble, on his way to State Prison to be executed, saved by a train wreck, given the opportunity to find the real killer and to save his own life. Of course, he was innocent, and I was not. On the other hand, he had been headed for execution for murder, whereas I was only facing seven life sentences-to run consecutively, not concurrently-fuck. Mia sighed. She reassessed her options and grabbed the hair on the back of his head, drawing his face to her opening mouth. They kissed like teenagers for a while until she came up for air. Jon swiftly snagged her tongue with his teeth, wrapped his lips around it and sucked. He felt her moan as it vibrated down his spine. He released her and they kissed some more. Jon massaged one of Mia’s breasts. She covered his hand with hers and gave him a look. “They’re asleep,” Jon assured her, “And I.Read More
