This was crazy. I didn't know this guy. But the thought of giving a guy head ruled the moment, and I opened the door and let him in. His hands were in...the front pocket of his hoodie, and he wore blue work pants and big black shoes. He was about 6'2", a little taller than me, and about my age. He seemed quiet and nervous, like me. We talked a little, asking each other if we did this much, are you sure you're safe, and that sort of thing. Then he said, "Well buddy, it is getting late. Its either. I got my self hidden in the balcony and made a small hole in the window of it so that i can see all the events happeing inside .My fwife got dressed up in smart skirt and a matching top and she was stunning at that time and i knew its going to be a hot session tonight.My friend came in time and by this time my wife had made my son go to sleep in another room so that they can enjoy peacefully .After some time both of them entered in the bedroom and my wife turned on the light and she closed the. Smith had taken down her hair. Her grey long hair rolled down the back of her neck as she straightened her back and as a result thrust out her rather large breast. I couldn't help but stare at her busty blouse. My pants began to fit tighter. She smiled and moved closer. I tried not to look down her blouse but I suddenly noticed that she had also unbuttoned all the buttons of her blouse. She continued to move to me, inches away now. She smiled as she undid the front of her peach colored bra.. "Our stuff had been gathering dust in the DHS's storeroom. With the crap that'd exploded in their face because of their role in my presumed death, the DHS had gone into deny-and-hide mode, hoping everyone would focus on the CIA. The DHS were actively trying to forget we existed, so nothing was being done to advance their investigation into the Andersons and Williamses. After Moran's death, no one wanted to touch our file.The evening news had Prof's interview, with the networks' commentaries.