He then got her to sit on top of him and she started grinding her pussy on his cock taking it all in her I was standing up at this point but could not...take my eyes of his cock and thought here goes and rubbed his cock as it was sliding in and out of my wife. He didn’t flinch so I thought ok hes ok with me playing with his cock so I pulled it out of my wife’s cunt and put him in my mouth and started to suck him, now I would not consider myself to be gay but I suppose I must be Bi as I was loving. So mush that I had to lay there and masturbate. They also made me feel feminine. I'd stand there looking at myself in the full-length mirror at my legs and ass and think that I look just as sexy as a woman.This brought the kinkiness out of me as I woumd get clothes pins, clamping them to my nipples, lay back and stroke my cock, imagining that I was a woman who was caught pleasuring herself by a man who had broken in and she was forced to pleasure him and give him my "pussy".That was my "go to". So I continued to rub myself.Then I realized that she was watching my reflection in the TV and that her skirt going up was intentional, she was basically sliding backwards on my carpet. I also realized that I could see her face in the TV when there was a dark scene on.I could clearly see interest in her face and concentration. She wasn't as innocent as her uniform or age would imply. She was turning me on purposefully and she was enjoying herself.First I thought I was seeing things, but soon. ***The woman's name was Angelica Craft, and her husband had been missingfor two months. Despite the likelihood that all leads were dry by now,Philip apologized for his earlier dismissal and swore he'd find thewoman's husband, Mr. Bradford Craft, for a "small" advance.The case was pretty much open and shut as soon as Philip beganinvestigating. Mr. Craft worked as a waiter in Niggertown, according tohis wife. But, according to his coworkers, he rarely reported for work.Instead, according to a few.