...I could...just take it off and wait until it dried," Isuggested."And wander around my salon in just your shorts? I don't think so?"Becky seemed to ...hink for a minute and then appeared to have abrainwave. "I know. I've got a spare shirt in the office. Go and see ifthat fits." What?" I protested."It's a blue and white Bengal striped one and it's hanging up on theback of the door." She threw me a towel. "Go and dry yourself off andput it on." Oh, and before you try it on put on this deodorant,". I laid down in bed and about 45 minutes later I heard keys at the door. I quietly got out of bed and walk over to the hallway. The door opened and in walked Tommy carrying my passed out wife over his shoulder. Her black skirt was pushed up just over her two huge ass cheeks. She didnt have on her thong and I could see her swollen fat pussy peaking through. As he turned to shut the door I noticed her shirt was undid and her tits were hanging on his back.Tommy then walked over to the couch and. ” A clip played from the interview. “Mark Glassner is an innocent man,” Peterson said. “It was all my fault. I was too eager to make an arrest in the case, I didn’t use good judgment and our raid has terrorized an innocent man and his family.” I smiled, remembering how I made Agent Peterson give that embarrassing interview. The clip ended, cutting back to the news desk. “I have documents here,” Carlos said, holding up some papers, “from a source in the Justice Department that show Agent. .lick, 2...lick, 3...lick, there I was with my face buried betweenthe hairy ass cheeks of a stranger, licking his asshole. Counting eachand every lick. Why? I'll get to that momentarily. First, I want toclear one thing up. He was technically a stranger in that I had nevermet him before but....he was my wife's lover. And that has everythingto do with why I was tongueing his ass. So it's not like I just met astranger and started licking his anus. Well, not exactly.I was licking his ass and.