One night i came home from work and the dinner was sitting on the table, i wasnt seeing this girl long maybe 6 mnths or so but she had keys to my flat..., and I must say i was very impressed, it was chicken mash and veg, my favourite, and the desert was none to shabby either, after I had taken my last sup of wine, my girl slipped herself under the table and headed straight for my groin, she whipped out my cock that stood to attention straight away, it was a glass table and i could see her every. I took my underpants off too, so that all that remained was my socks. Karen reached both hands into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and completely off of her. I sat on the bed and removed my socks. When I was finished, Karen told me to scoot over to the inside of the bed, which I did.Karen climbed onto the bed herself, moving over to where I was and laying down halfway on me, and halfway on the mattress. We started kissing. Kissing when you are both naked is a lot different. "Honey," his wife said in a more gentle voice, "I am sure he didn't mean it to happen." Did you see the state she was in when they came home?" his gravelly voice queried."They slept in the camper for God's sake." her more gentle tones offered, "heaven knows what she would have been laying in. He is none too clean you know, I mean Mum won't go near the camper. It's a fishing shack isn't it after all and he said he was in pain. He is an old man after all." Yes but you saw her clothes. I am not. The bombs were, theoretically, "hot" (a term that's used about nuclear bombs because the decaying radioactive material does indeed release heat), but my max-sized radio blob couldn't detect any warmth from them since I'd bagged and wrapped them, so no one else would be able to either. The bombs and I should also be impossible to track visually, so I think I had all the bases covered. I had thought of the radiation being traceable either after the event (like a bloodhound) or live (from a.