We borrowed clothes from the Witbiers or Inez Plum.Before we left, Sue wanted to explore the Sheriff's house. Around midnight, Sue, dressed in some of...Maggie Witbier's old clothes, decided to burglarize the Sheriff's house. Taking the keys that I had found on the Sheriff's watch chain, she made her way behind buildings to a small frame house next to the town bank.Using a knife, she pushed the latch open on a window and crawled into the house. She found herself in the Sheriff's bedroom. It had. On the Sunday, though, my wife had to fly out of town for a few days. I took my wife to the airport and headed home while Brenda put the k**s to bed. I got back, and she was sitting in the living room playing on her phone, and I figured as a good host I would at least sit to chat. Brenda was very attractive but I wasn't trying to get anywhere with her. Certainly among my wife's friends she was one of the best looking. She was about 5'3", and she obviously kept in shape. She had a darker blonde. My wife reached up and began rubbing his bulging crotch. Seeing her do this made me cum quickly and I went into the bathroom to clean up.When I came back out my wife was sucking our friend's big, black cock which was long and thick, and rock-hard. My heart pounded as I saw her bend over and slowly working his massive dick with her mouth.I had mixed emotions. I wanted to scream out for her to stop but at the same time I was fascinated with the situation that had come about. I had a sick feeling. It had been a privately owned aircraft, and was rented by the transportation branch of a federal government department, for five days. The man who had gotten into the plane and had flown off, had died when it had suffered mysterious midair explosion while on its way to Virginia.So, that is what I KNOW about the Kennedy assassination. I am convinced it was a conspiracy that went higher than the public knew, or guessed; more, even, than most of the government guessed, for that matter.I knew that.