. Ack! There’s a woman in your bed!” Mattie screamed.“Thank you for the coffee, Ms. Baines. Could you bring a cup for Mr. Smith, too? Oh, I’m ...r. Mrs. Smith.” Elizabeth took the cup from Mattie and offered her hand to shake. Mattie took it uncertainly.“Isn’t everyone?” she mumbled and fled from the room.“So?” Elizabeth asked, poking Ramsey in the ribs. “There are other Mrs. Smiths?”“No, dear. She was obviously referring to the Smith MIBs. Mr. and Ms. Smith. Or Colonel Smythe. Just wait until. “Sure, but where’s Melissa? Is she okay?”We sat down in his formal living room. From its pristine state, I was sure it got as little regular use as ours. I took a deep breath. “Dave, there’s no easy way to tell you this. Melissa is dead.”“What?” he fired back. “Don’t fuck around, Bill, this is serious.”“I’m sorry, Dave, but it’s true. Her body was found a couple of hours ago.”“That’s not possible! She went to Girl’s Night Out with Jude and the girls from yoga.” He jumped up and grabbed his. On another side of the room, there was a bed with a stool. I entered, greeted the doctor, and sat down in front of the desk.After laying my eyes on the doctor, I was shocked. I was sure she wasn’t wearing any bra. She was in a floral print blue salwar kameez. And she had the white apron over the dress. She looked to be around 35 years of age, voluptuous (36-32-34), and slim. She was married and looked super hot in the outfit.After gazing at her while sitting down, I got an instant boner.. All I could do was moan ok as I felt a meaty hand trace down the front of me and gentle kneed my cock and balls. I was moaning uncontrollably as his kisses on the back of my neck continued. Without realizing it I was at the side of the bed and he slowly turned me to face him. Our lips met again and our hands got to work taking each others tops off.His body was so manly with thick curling hair covering his wide torso. Thick nipples poked out from the fur that covered him and my hands were all.