It always came back to me, and I am sure he thought I knew something I was not telling. They had several mysteries to solve, and no answers.How had he...gotten there? His car was found over ten miles away. The only fingerprints found in it, were the victims. They thought he had to have been carried and dumped there. Yet there was no evidence of that. There were just my prints showing me tramping around. They were understandably confused.Well, I was not about to admit I had accidentally killed. Wondered at the thickness of my cock….she hadnt seen it before, just played iwth it, curious, under the covers… go ahead, I said, you can touch it, he wants you too….and she timidly put her hand down..I pulled hte covers off…and when her hand touched it I moaned the moan, Ive been wanting to moan since I started masturbating on her… oh my god, I said, holding her wrist, that feels soooooooooo good…. I pulled her down to me…her silky soft hair draping on my c hest, I could feel her breath on me,. Her text read honey I know your fancy and I’m in s bar with 3black men. I watched as each took turns kissing my wife in a picture and sending it to me. Then mute provocative photos. Hey touching their crouch. Her with them touching her tits. Her grinding one from behind with another kissing her. She said these nice gentleman are going to walk me to my room. Wish you were here. That was was my sign to get moving. As discussed I got there and hid in the closet wondering who would win the prize or. I feel his cock squirt in my hand, and it's so different from jerking myself off. It pulses and grows and squeezes with ever spurt. I can feel hot, sticky cum running through my fingers. I can't see it, but I imagine thick white cum, thick male sperm now in my hand. That thought (and Carl’s words, fuck) are enough to bring me over the edge. And for a moment I don't see anything anymore, only stars in my head and behind my eyes. Months of frustration and pent-up sexual energy come out with a.