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Mail Order Spy: Snowfall

... was out now, she looked sternly at him and put her finger to her lips.

"Declan, who is it?" asked a voice from the house holding the party.

"Uhh...nothing. Thought it was someone I knew. Go back inside...I got to get something from my car," replied Declan, who went to his car outside the house.

Grateful, Amanda quickly walked around a corner and began the last leg home when she heard a pair of footsteps running behind her. Unsurprised, she turned around to see Declan jog right up to her, a wide boyish smile on his handsome face.

"Why are you out now and don't want anyone to know?" he asked suggestively, thought a bit, then asked, "Are you sneaking around on your husband?"

Although Declan was attempting to look cocky, she noticed him fidgeting uncomfortably as the erection in his pants grew larger.

"No!" she replied angrily, and added, "I just want a little privacy."

"I won't tell anyone...if you come with me behind the Palace of Fine Arts," he said.

"This is blackmail!" she replied, but knew she had to comply, else her cover could be blown, besides which, Declan was quite good-looking and she figured she would enjoy it anyway.

"Come on," Declan insisted.

"Fine, but I'm not having sex with you! You have fifteen minutes," Amanda whispered angrily while setting the alarm on her smartphone.

With that, he took her hand and led her to a quiet hidden corner in the Palace of Fine Arts area where nobody could see them, sat her on a bench, pressed his ...

... mouth against hers, slipped his tongue in, and squeezed her breasts. Mindful of his time limit, he grabbed her yoga pants, pulled them off, then unzipped his slacks and lowered them.

"I told you we're not having sex!" Amanda insisted.

"Can I just grind it against you please?" he asked desperately.

"Fine."

His pants open and down, he lifted her legs, put them over his shoulders, then lay on her, the erection in his boxers pressed firmly against the crotch of her panty. He then began thrusting against her, so his hardness went up and down along her panty, rubbing the cotton against her labia lips. He pumped vigorously, determined to get as much rubbing done as possible in the few minutes left, and panted and groaned frequently.

Amanda closed her eyes as she enjoyed the rubbing along her crotch area, and started to moan in appreciation.

Meanwhile, Malcolm had just arrived at the Francini's home in Cupertino. It was a large house with a two-car garage, two stories, and he counted seven windows in front, so guessed there must have been at least five bedrooms within, and that the home was likely worth at least six million now. He was grateful the long drive to Cupertino had been pleasant, with a lot of camaraderie built with Giovanna's siblings, and was confident he made a good impression on them. He wished them all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, waving, and was about to ask Giovanna for her phone number as she had not stepped away from his car yet when ...