Once that was done the pair would clean out their victim’s wallet and look for other cash or easy to sell valuables. She always picked married men, ...usually travelers on business, so the victims were too embarrassed to report the crimes, and so they had gotten away with it.Tonight would be different. Riskier. They had realized that one of the guys who appeared to be just a regular Joe was, in fact, quite wealthy. He was also more wary of what was going on around him, and rarely drank a lot. Even. In her eyes he was nearly the perfect specimen of a man. As he stepped closer to her she took his cock in her hand and pressed it between her breasts. The soapy water proved to be an excellent lubricant and his cock slid easily between the pert mounds of her flesh. He groaned deeply and his eyes did their best impression of demon possession as they rolled up into the back of his head. She slid his cock up and down, running her breasts over the full expanse of his cock, effectively fucking her. “What?”“You know, do you think that they have slept together?” His mother spat out the words like rancid milk.“I don’t know, how should I?” replied Mike, looking out the window.“Tell us the truth, Mike. This is very important.” she said, her voice quivering with emotion.“Honest, I don’t know. I know she really likes him. He seems OK to me. What’s happened?”“Nothing, we hope.” offered his father. “We had a phone call from someone who suggested that she might have done some bad things. I don’t. He had her arm. Her tears were teaming, ready to stream. She couldn’t look at him. She was collapsing from the inside and she couldn’t stop it. He pulled her into his chest and into his arms. She erupted with sobs. Everyone avoided her. It was as if they could catch death from her. No one would look her in her eyes. She knew they were trying to stay clear until she was able to engage in everyday life, but she didn’t know if she could ever handle it again. No one looked at her. She needed to be.