The following week was almost an exact repeat, at lunchtime every day, we’d met at the apartment and fuck each other senseless, it was wonderful, sh... was getting the excitement she needed and I was getting as much of your wife’s pussy as I could ever want, the only problem was that I was supposed to be working and I was losing clients while I had the time of my life between your wife’s legs but I was still making a good living and was determined to not to miss a single minute of her ass. According to an email three weeks before her death, Thomas had taken her to work while on his break from the rig. He obviously stayed to watch her dance, since he commented that he hoped none of his buddies from the rig ever saw her and recognized her as his wife. Her response was that she wore so much make up and with the red hair, her own mother wouldn't recognize her. Obviously the red hair was new since her employment at the Diamond Club.Now why had he been so quick to tell April that. She was wearing a black pinstriped professional skirt, which might have been part of a dress suit he wasn't sure, that ended just about her knees and he noticed she had very nice calves and slender ankles.He also noticed her white blouse, that while it wasn't exactly tight, it was form fitting and followed her contours nicely. It was obviously made to fit a busty woman.She had three buttons unbuttoned on it and it only helped show off the nice swell of chest that it was pretending to hide. Her. ” As his wife stood up, grabbed a towel, and headed out the bedroom door, presumably to take a shower, Jim had a sudden inspiration. Acting quickly, he pulled up his pants, backed away from the house and started heading down the block to where he had parked his car, while dialing his wife’s cell phone. The first time it went to voicemail, so he dialed again, and again it went straight to voicemail. Once more, he called, and she finally answered, curtly telling him that she was driving and could.