That wasn't why I did it, though. I couldn't say why I did do it, but that wasn't it.It was a local cop who came to tell me about Violet. He'd known s...lightly less about her than I knew about Beth Cole. He hadn't even realized I was a cop. She'd been sitting at a stoplight. The other car had hit her from behind at high speed. They hadn't done a toxicity test on either driver yet, since both were dead when the police arrived, but there had been no skid marks. Later tests would reveal that the. So she did. And he went right back to work on her pussymaking her cum within the first couple of minutes of slidinghis cock in her. This whole time I’m trying to get my dickto her mouth so she can suck me. But I couldn’t Ed had his armin the way. So right when I was going to say trade me spotsEd, just a split second before I started to say something,Ed tells her to sit on his cock now and show him how good shecan really fuck. So he lays down and my beautiful wife climbson him and right away. There was nothing wrong with Helen’s body either, and she made just as much effort (if not more) to keep it in shape, but she didn’t want to flaunt it so openly. Only her husband got to see it in all its glory.She turned her gaze down the rocky beach to where Kent and Amanda’s husband, Richard, were swimming in the crystal waters of the small inlet. She had to admit, most of Kent's friend's ‘great’ ideas turned out to be disastrous, but Richard had really outdone himself by finding this. “Yes?”She shuffled closer to the bed in the dark. “Uh, I was told to tell you that ‘The Skipper can’t make it tonight.’ She said she was sorry, and something about it was her fault for trying to swallow ‘a ten foot log.’ She said you would understand. Do you?”I did. Her ass was sore. Very sore. Served the greedy lady right. “Is she all right?” I was concerned.“I think she’s just sore. She didn’t sit down all day and she has to lay on her stomach to sleep.” She giggled. “She called.