" Yeah, good idea," she crawled off the bed. "Do me just one more favor.Go sit down where Cheryl's going to clean you up."Don looked at her a bit puzz...ed but Cheryl knew she had the samethought.Don walked over, Cheryl eyed his ass in the dress as it wiggled. Heturned, sat and crossed his legs. The slit was so high the dress fellopen exposing his legs, the tops of the stocking and an inch of thegarter."That's hot," Beth grinned.Cheryl felt Beth come up beside her. Her arm wrapped around. That night they slept as peacefully as it is possible to do.The next morning they flew to Las Vegas, married that afternoon, and had their honeymoon the next two nights. They flew back home the morning of day four. Didi had another overnight flight that evening.Jack’s sister, the older stewardess, and Didi’s mother were the only people to make the trip with them.The older stewardess, Miranda, was Didi’s supervisor and they had been on the same crew when they flew the Houston/JFK flights. When. It would be far better to just let sleeping dogs lay and just assemble the forensic evidence against Max the kidnapper. It was lucky for him that the police were not pursuing the sexual abuse charges because there were probably dozens of cases of assaulted females that would tie into his proximity and the methods he used to subdue his victims. One of his mistakes was to constantly refer to his prey as,"My pretty little bird!"A lot of the women remembered that phrase and reported it in their. The thought of this black stud fucking my wife really turned me on. I could invision his black staff buried deep in her, him grunting as he fulled my wife with his come.The next day I waited until Sharon's black lover had been inside our house for about 15 minutes before I crawled behind the hedge and carefully raised myself to the opening at the bottom of the window shade that I had left open. The sight was incredible. I began to jerk off immediately as I watched the show before me.My wife was.