His prints were on the knife, and he had a motive. His wife of a year was cheating on him with someone from her office. They had previously had an alt...rcation at a party, witnessed by hundreds of party goers that it was extremely heated and that he had threatened her life. He maintained that he had found his wife dead and had absent mindedly picked up the knife that he found lying beside her body. He also maintained that the threat was said out of anger and nothing else that he never intended. Her face lookedlike a baby who had suckled to contentment as one of the ladieshugged her. My cock was straining painfully against my pants, and theother ladies helped me get my clothes off. As my erection sprangout, the beautiful imbecile smiled clearly, looking straight inmy eyes. As I approached her, she grasped it and pressed it to hervagina, rubbing herself with it, holding it close, wanting me toknow my penis was loved. She so obviously took pleasure in it,pressing my shaft to. Then he grabbed my ankles, threw them onto his shoulders and aimed his rigid cock at my pussy. He rubbed the head up and down my slit and then placed it at the entrance to my quivering cunt.“See?” John said. “I promised this was for you, and I always keep my word.”With that, he buried his cock in me to the hilt. I was so wet there was almost no resistance at all. I felt his balls against my ass and thought I must have been in heaven. John held still for several seconds, then started pumping his. She enjoyed the pleasant, tingly feeling it produced. Her fingers traced her slit, her lips still tucked inside. Her mind left Paul and turned back to her phone conversation with Stephen. "Why did he do that?" she wondered. "I understand he needed someone to talk to and I'm happy to do that. But why would he want to have such an explicit sexual conversation with his mother? Of course, since he's in conflict with his wife, I'm probably the person he's closest to. He does trust me. But come on!.