I stopped and walked over to the door. I closed it and I locked it. It wouldn’t do to have my wife catch me with my forty-four-year-old cock stickin... into a fourteen-year-old pussy. Especially when her own pussy is three times older than Summer’s pussy is.I walked back to the bed and gave the screwdriver a few more strokes before I got undressed. I got on the bed between her legs, pulled the screwdriver out, and replaced it with my tongue.Summer grabbed my head, pulled it tighter into her. Is happening around my home when I'm out of town."Jason caught on quickly and immediately replied, "I think I know what you're getting at, Bill. I'm not sure if you know this, but I got divorced about 18 months ago. It was surveillance equipment that I installed that gave me what I needed in order to prove my wife was having an affair with our next-door neighbor, a man that I had considered a good friend."Bill quickly nodded his head and said, "That's what I need. I don't think there's anything. "You're too kind. No wonder he likes you! Two left feet. Haven't you, darling?" She bustled off to put another CD in the machine.David kissed me on the cheek and hugged me as Mark made drinks for all of us.We danced with out husbands in the dark. The moonlight streaked across the surface of the river and through the large windows to provide a soft cool light to the scene. The glow of the little lights on the stereo winked at us in the gloom of the corner, and we slow danced some more, exploring. It was pretty obvious that we should simply say the truth, just not all of it.The Chief and one of his detectives arrived. The detective led the questions, which were of three main types:Where had we been during the angel's appearance? I made sure they understood that the angel had taken me and Tristan to see it without my having any choice, and definitely without me asking it to do anything at all.They'd like to talk with the angel about what it'd done. We explained that the angel seemed to be.