He said his woman shouldn't much mind a little commotion as all she ever done was watch the tube, paint her nails and wander off to the bingo hall Sat...urday night.''Going to a church bingo game din't make you a gambler anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.''''My missus, Nadine is best described as a hole in search of a donut, son.''Now you wouldn't reckon a snaggle tooth redneck trucker like Cletus [thats the rent's handle] would cotton to a long haired git-tar slinger like yours. Wilma walked me to the car as wechatted, business as usual.When I got into the car, I rolled down the windowbecause she was still chatting. Wilma reached into thecar and rubbed my dick through my pants. I was floored!I didn’t know what to say and Wilma continued to rub itand asked me to come back in and let her suck it.“I want to put that thing in my mouth Joseph,” shesaid.Imagine how much in shock I was. Here’s my wife’s aunt,gray headed Wilma, who was a nice. I talked to my wife every night on the cell phone. However, I wanted more. I wanted my wifes touch. I wanted to snuggle in bed with her and fondle her luscious breasts. I wanted to taste my wifes mouth. I wanted her to moan in pleasure as I ate out her sweet pussy before fucking her. I want her mouth on my cock. I wanted to fuck her. I had to pull out my cock and bring myself to orgasm. This was only Monday. Tuesday was worse. I played with myself while watching a porno flick on the TV. I had. Both agreed that theirhypothesis made sense and it explained everything they found or didn'tfind, as the case may be, at the crime scene and on Rhonda Stevens' body."What do you think the story is with the bull semen?" Brendan Scott asked.Silvia deferred to Penelope."You can easily get hold of straws of frozen bull semen. He put it in herafter he killed her or at least after he had finished using her. Helikely did it as a 'fuck you' gesture," Penelope said."It's his way of telling us that.