“Can I touch you, too?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He reached down and began rubbing her pussy the same way he’d seen her doing... it a few moments before.“Mmm, that feels nice.” She moaned, opening her legs to give his hand more room. His middle finger found her opening and pushed inside.“That’s where this is supposed to go in.” she said, giggling as she stroked his cock. “Do you think it will fit?”“There’s only one way to find out.” He said. He got up on the bed with her, and. She was wearing a short skirt, black seamed stocking, high heels and she had a see through blouse and 1/4 cup bra that exposed her nipples. She told me we had to find a pub where no one would know us, fairly easy as it was a new area anyway.We found a nice pub and I went to the bar for drinks, looking over to my wife her legs were crossed and the tops of her stockings were displayed. As the evening wore on more of her stocking tops and suspenders were displayed and guys were positioning. I need to close this and get along with my life. I know, first hand, and my private investigator found out that the medical examiner said, he was alive when he went off the cliff, so I am entitled to the full amount of the double indemnity claim."Unfortunately, without any proof of suicide, she was probably right. In any case, we would probably lose a court trial, the jury would award her the full amount of the claim and we would be stuck with the cost of the litigation too. It would be best to. I chopped up some lines of coke and Jake pulled out a glass pipe with a round bubble at the end and dropped a small piece of what looked like spun sugar into it, then he took a lighter and held it underneath the bowl. Instantly the “sugar” melted into a bubbling pool of clear then brown liquid and he drew a long hit out of the end. Jake exhaled a huge cloud of dense white smoke and with heavy lidded eyes said, “Here, smoke this”. I had smoked hash oil before out of the same type of pipe years.