Sunday afternoon and evening, Sherri got very affectionate and wanted me close to her. It was impossible to tell from looking at her that she'd been o...ut fucking some other man on Friday night. She showed no sign of feeling guilty about anything at all. If anything, she was more relaxed and pleasant than she'd been in months.That, I had read, was one of the classic signs a spouse is cheating. Whether they showed it or not, they usually felt some degree of guilt and would try to "make it up" to. No, this was one of those cases where the evidence was irrefutable, or so appeared on the face of it. Of course, back then the police didn’t have the advantage of DNA testing to bring about a conviction. The accused had all but been found with the body. It was what the boys at Camberwell ‘nick’ referred to as an ‘open-and-shut’ case. Not one person present when the Crown council outlined the case believed that the man in the dock stood a chance. He was all but banged to rights, a formality. The. “What, am I stretching out your tight little pussy?” I laughed, thinking a little dirty talk might not only add to our quick fuck session, but give the people lucky enough to hear that outside something to gossip about. “Nah, I’ll always be small and tight.” She giggled, sharing my thoughts as a loud “WHOOP!” erupted from the crowd outside. We both laughed, and glanced at the clock. Two minutes! We picked up the pace greatly. I held onto her hips more tightly and thrusted harder as she bounced. He laughed again, a deep rumbling growl that gave Freya butterflies and she could also feel the effects deep in her pussy. “Well I guess you really need to know where the name came from,” he continued, “The name is basically from the French ‘Le Roi’ and it means……The King!” He smiled at the women and carried on, “And one, or both, of you ladies may find out why later!”He stood closer to Freya, looking somewhat puzzled. “There’s something strange about you girl,” he said, a confused note in his.