I had a full view of our bedroom.Sure enough there was my lovely Carol with her head buried between Angela’s legs. Her head bobbed up and down as sh... ate Angela’s pussy. I could see that she was licking it from the bottom to the top as her tongue parted Angela’s labial lips so my wife’s tongue could go deeper into Angela’s pussy. She spent a lot of time exploring Angela’s inner pussy until she moved up to her clitoris. It was obvious they made love to each other before. Then Angela let out a. " Lester, I think the son of a bitch is still here. I think we ought to follow through with your idea, right away." What idea?" You know," Sam was winging it, remembering Madeleine's dim view of male intelligence. "... The idea that the killer is triggered by women who... display themselves to him. The idea that he might do it again." So how do we follow through with that?" We pull a sting, Lester. We put out another woman like Emma Majeski -- a looker, who isn't too careful about what she. I heard myself say, but how do you want to do this? you go and send one of them up she said and I will do the rest, Please be quick ,anyone of them first, but keep the rest for me too, I want to try all 4 of them, I will make it up to you ,honest I will . My mind was in turmoil did she really mean for me to sit down stairs with these guys whilst she took turns fucking them, making sure they waited their turn, as I was contemplating this she was setting up out camcorder blabbering that I could. ”“Is that what you do? I saw you in the office just now.” Then she continued, “I have wondered if you were bi-sexual and now I guess I know.”“Yes, I have been bi-sexual for many years now. Does it bother you knowing that I like having sex with men?”“Actually, no, it does not. I just wish it was me instead of Jim,” she responded.Somewhat taken aback I stammered, “Wh...Wh..What did you say?”She looked down at her hands clasped in her lap and quietly repeated, “I wish it was me you were having sex.