The next line of enquiry was the murder scene. Were there any witnesses who saw someone other than my wife entering the building? If there were, could...we get a description? At first we thought we had some success but the ‘witness’ identified me as the person that he saw. It wasn’t until further enquiries were made that we discovered that this witness saw nothing of the sort, he was nowhere near the murder scene but had been paid to identify me as the person he’d seen. This was a rather clumsy. ‘No!!!!:’ She cried, ‘No one has ever taken me there!!!’ ‘I will, and you will love it’ He captured her eyes and his resolve was not to be questioned. Her resistance was thick, as he began to delve into her depths again. Her mouth opened for him as he possessed her, her breath in gasps now as he stroked, his hard male member laying upward through her opening, her clit being stimulated by the length of his cock as he stroked upward and then back down to graze her rosebud opening, with each pass. Rolly decided to break into the manservant's first floor bedroom window in the back of the house. Hopefully the sound would be damped.He left his bow and sword outside so that he could crawl in the window more quietly.Once inside the pitch black house Rolly had to guess at the layout.He felt his way out of the bedroom to where he thought the servant's back stairway might be. Finding that, he carefully made his way up the steps, trying not to make a sound on the creaky steps.At the top of the. I turned to him as he lay on his back, I shook him, but he had fallen asleep. I reached down to his pants, undid hid belt, and his flies, and pulled his pants down to expose his little cock.I lay alongside him, my knee bent as one leg lay atop his, and I started to rub myself, stopping occasionally to feel his flaccid cock and see if I could put some life into it.His hairy thigh felt warm as I ground against him, at last my pussy was wetting him and sliding became easier.I was grunting like a.