"Well..." the cop said thoughtfully. "If you were to consent to allow me to examine the communications usage on your PC that might go a long way towar... clearing this up."Jeff shrugged and took out his PC. "Computer, display last two monthly personal communication statements." Displaying," the PC replied. Jeff handed it to the cop.He took it and examined the screen for a few minutes, scrolling from top to bottom. There truthfully wasn't much to look at. "Nothing at all to or from your wife in. Turned he around and grabed her boobs and started pressing them they were very soft those melons are very big that they are not fitting in my hands,kissing on her neck simultaneously. She then started to undress me take out my tee and started kissing my bare chest.I took out her top and jeans in a move. She is in her inners in front of me. She was looking as a sex goddess to me. Her boobs were trying to jump out of her pink bra. That sight itself aroused I had tent in my jeans. I kept one of. But he needn't have worried, the bug had left him. It was racing to the tunnel entrance, and without pausing it flung itself down the hole, tentacles writhing to push its self along at breakneck speed.The Sarge couldn't believe his eyes."What the hell would be so important that it couldn't spend a minute finishing him?"In the saucer cell Jackie was moaning in pleasure and embarrassment. This woman was taking her erect hard member between her lips, licking and sucking like her life depended on. I could not prevent myself from lunging forIIthis ramming tool with my hand . . . such was myexcitement; at last it found its goal. My cunt-tubeyielded submissively to this terriffc thing . . . suchavenous zest! He assisted my hand, in fact, he pre-vented my hand from making his instrument driveinward with fierce, cunt-ripping force. With the skillof a master he slowing, gently and almost painlesslydrove his big Bertha home.As it tunnelled its way in and in . . . God, the plea-sure was great!I.