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range. ‘Twenty
questions. I ask you ten. You ask me ten. They can be about anything.
Absolutely anything. Yes?’
    She nodded her head in agreement.
    Satisfied he had Jenny’s full attention,
John went on. ‘We’ll take it in turns. Do you want to go first?’
    ‘No, you start.’
    ‘Right.’ Smacking his palms down decisively
onto his knees, he began. ‘How old are you?’
    ‘Thirty-three.’ Jenny fired back the same
question, ‘You?’
    ‘Thirty-six. Are you married or with
anyone?’
    ‘No. Are you?’
    John hesitated, as if contemplating his
answer. ‘I’m just single. When did you last have a woman?’
    ‘When I was twenty-one. When you say you’re just single…?’
    ‘I’m waiting for a divorce to be
finalized.’ The speed of their exchange increased as John’s eyes flamed with
undisguised interest concerning her past. ‘What was she like?’
    Torn between wanting to answer John and
needing more information about his marriage, not to mention the fact that she
was becoming increasingly conscious of the ache between her legs, Jenny told
him what he wanted to hear. ‘Her name was Jo. She was my height and had red
hair, which she kept in short plaits. When we stood together naked, our nipples
brushed together.’
    Jenny turned her head away, trying to
concentrate on her mission to discover more about her courier, and avoided the
enticing look on John’s face. She said, ‘Have we been having an affair, then?’
    ‘No, we’ve been separated for three years,
and the divorce has been on its way for six months.’ He licked his lips. ‘Do
you think we’d be more comfortable in the back of the truck?’
    ‘Yes.’ Knowing she’d lost the struggle
against her overwhelming craving to screw this man, she followed John’s lead
and asked a more pertinent question. ‘You keep looking at my chest; would you
like to see it?’
    ‘You bet.’ John helped her into the back of
the van, his eyes fixed on the crescent of her cleavage that peeked from her
black shirt. He slammed the door closed. ‘Will you show them to me now?’
    ‘Yes.’ Crouching on the dusty floor, Jenny
hastily undid her shirt buttons. ‘Which do you prefer, receiving a BJ or
licking pussy?’
    ‘Tough choice. If I had to decide, it would
be receiving a BJ, but it’s a close run thing.’ John reached for her pliant
breasts, finding them easily despite the shadowy darkness. ‘Do you have a
preference in that area?’
    ‘I also like to receive best.’ The words
tumbled from Jenny in an urgent rush of pent-up desire. ‘Shall we sixty-nine it?
Keep us both happy?’
    Appreciating the increase in pace, John’s
tone betrayed his escalating need as his hands touched her everywhere at once.
‘Eventually. Can I bite your tits?’
    ‘Yes. Can I stick my finger up your arse
while I lick your cock?’
    ‘Definitely. Can I do whatever I like to
you?’
    ‘Absolutely. Will you spank me?’
    ‘Yes. Are you wet?’
    ‘Totally.’ Jenny gestured to the walls of
the library van, lined with shelves of DVDs. ‘Are they going to fall on us if
we knock into them?’
    ‘Probably. Will you mind banging your legs
against them?’
    ‘Not at all.’
    John removed the remainder of her clothes
in a hurry, and then sat her down so she leaned against the cool wall of the
van, her legs outstretched before her. He had obviously been prepared for this
adjournment to the back of his van, because he placed a blindfold over her
eyes, murmuring, ‘You did say I could do anything.’
    Jenny had no chance to either consider this
unanticipated development or reply, for he straddled her sitting form and pushed
his cock into her mouth, his agile fingers tweaking the ends of her nipples
Lapping at the drops of precum that had gathered at his tip, Jenny savored the flavor before
deep-throating him with drawn out thrusts, her index finger creeping up into
his anus as promised. Gorgeously engrossed in her task, she was taken by
surprise when John broke away and