I didn’t ask how many phones she had, because I didn’t want her number. I wasn’t ready for that kind of involvement.I knew for sure, that I woul... have been calling her every time I got bored. I mean hell, we both spoke cop, so it would be easy for any relationship to get way the hell out of hand. Two bored and lonely people falling into deep shit happened all the time.What I really wanted to do was ask Ray if he had spoken to Joey. I knew how I would have felt if someone asked me that when I. Conn lived, with her War Hero husband, in the house on McConnell that backed the funeral home parking lot. Her kitchen window overlooked the cul-de-sac where Oswald's Funeral Home drive made the loop from 'in' to 'out'.In the middle of both conversations, Grace's lungs finally caught up with her breath."Daddy, David didn't do it!" she shouted. She was loud enough for both parties of the first part ... Daddy and Lucile ... to hear. "I did!"In this particular instance, Grace had shouted loud. He took his cock out and Debbie could do nothing but stare in disbelief. He was much bigger than Harold. She didn't know if she could fit him in her mouth and shivered at the thought of him trying to put that in her. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and for a moment thought about biting down but knew that his screams would bring the zombies inside. Instead she flicked the head with her tongue, while stroking him with both hands.She tried to work and make him cum as quickly as. The first stroke of my tongue on her swollen, wet, married lips and the first taste of the new Hot Wife. Quiet pleasure unraveling before the open eyes and running cameras of the lucky husband. The excitement evident in his pants as the first new cock in years was finally unveiled... Her mouth, as promised, skilled and ready to be used on her toy - hard, thick, and excited to be used. The look in her eyes as her hands wandered over the strange and excited flesh. The look of her approving.