My hand went into the strap of her Bra and she moaned in pain…she looked at me with her eyes half closed. Then I removed my hands and placed them on...her cheeks and the very fact that I was not about to kiss a girl for the first time on her rosy lips but even then it made me nervous. I kissed her on the lips with a lot of tongue in it. She loved it and asked for more then along with kissing her, I moved my hands on her breasts from outside it was out of this world experience. Then I started to. I hardly ever saw Mrs. Wilson, she stayed busy with other things. After Mr. Wilson got to me pretty well, he started to say things about how he would like to watch his with another guy. Then he would ask me about my sex life and how much action I was getting. He would come over after one of my girls would leave and ask if I nailed her and how good was she. Then one day we were watching football when Mr. Wilson said he would like to see me nail his wife. I thought he was joking, but then he. Butshe was pretty damn hot, if I wanted to think like that. And she knew howto party.I wore my best suit for the occasion. It was a bit feminine, but I kindof appreciated that. I was sort of effeminate myself, in a good lookingway. Brad sometimes suggested that acting a little bit more macho wouldhelp me with the ladies, but I wasn't about to change who I was. I didjust fine, thank you much.I met Brad in the parking garage after the agonizingly slow work dayfinally came to a close. His car was. The doorway was criss-crossed with black and yellow police tape. "Crime Scene : Do Not Enter" it said. A forensics officer in a white boiler suit was packing up her bag. She looked up as James came into the corridor. "Huh," she said. "Seems like you've got away with it this time." What?" said James. "I've not done anything. They let me go." Yes," she said picking up the bag. "And they told me to stop looking. Doesn't mean there wasn't anything to find though, does it?" As she went to leave,.