. no problem". I knew he was making a pass at me and although impressed I wasn't going to cross that line with him ... I think he got the message but ...ike most guy's that are hunting female prey ... no means yes...The next few weeks were more of the same with the sexual tension between Robert and myself building to a dangerously high level for a married woman.One day I went to the gym after a huge fight with my husband. After telling Robert about what had happened I couldn't hold back the tears. Over the years the killings have been ascribed to such varied persons as a doctor, a woman, a man in woman’s clothing, a well-known painter, or a member of the nobility, or even the royal family. The crimes have given rise to many novels, plays, and other dramatic works.’ Bill reached inside his jacket pocket and produced a Cuban cigar. He took his time with it, sniffing the fragrant odor, biting off one end and spitting it deftly into the ashtray at his side and then lighting it and blowing. As we did this Sue took hold of each of our cocks, gently squeezing, stroking, rubbing our dicks. Our hands slid down the inner part of Sue's legs, massaged her feet then began tracing a trail up the outside of her legs. Then came the ultimate question who goes where. Sue decided that as she sat up, got on her hands and knees and fed my stiffening shaft into her mouth. She set the pace. Rob slid into his wife from behind and match her movements on my cock. If she paused relishing in the feel of. "Did you wash it off?" he demanded. "N-No," I stammered, already fearful of what this youing boy was going to do with my fully-adult-yet-submissive body. "We'll need proof," he said casually. Then, without bothering to ask me, he undid the ties of my robe and pushed it off, revealing my naked body, auburn hair cascading down onto my suddenly-taut breasts. My nudity caused my feminine instinct to kick in, causing me to bend my left knee, posing my long, perfectly-shaved legs with the toes of my.