Peter snorted with amusement and I saw that his eyes were fixed directly on my wife’s chest. Sam also glanced down at my wife’s protruding knocker... straining against her t-shirt for a moment before shaking himself. “Yeah, well, do you want to smoke or what?” he asked, taking his eyes off of my wife’s tits with visible reluctance. “Definitely,” said my wife. “Let’s get stoned!” She pretended not to notice that he and Peter were ogling her boobs. ‘What do you say, honey, have you ever smoked. " Replied Kegan. And that was when I decided to make a move. I walked up to him and whispered into his ear, " well I will be on my way to your bed, and I sure hope you follow immediately." I then gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned around and as I was making my way to his bed, I felt a smack on my ass, Kegan was right behind me. As I entered the room I immediately turned around, Kegan was right behind me, I put my arms around his neck, and his hands gripped onto my ass as he pulled me. With her fingers, with different dildos, and even with vegetables. She had even attached some video’s showing her masturbating and calling out his name in a lustful tone. This wild, adventurous side of his wife was something new to him. And yes, she had also shared the goings-on in their private lives, the going out of their c***dren, them settling down in good jobs, their wedding pics, and of course the coming of their grandc***dren. There were direct references in the emails to their having. Bumfelt put a round in the assaulter's head. "Behind you!" screamed Stone, bringing her gun up, blasting away at an armoured man through the balcony window. The man fell back, sub-machine gun blazing into the sky as he fell down the fire escape stairwell. Something clunked and a steel egg rolled into the lounge. "Grenade!" hollered Bumfelt, he literally smashed Stone aside, rolling them both into the kitchen, pulling the freezer door open, rolling behind it. Bumfelt covered the agents body.