A welcome home feast was slowly cooking in the hearth. Our roasters had been put to work as had the stew pot. It should be a great meal. Gabby had bro...en into our limited supply of flour and was making dumplings for the stew. It should be a nice treat. I was currently drinking a coffee. So was Clara. We had very little coffee left. The letter made as much sense to her as it did to me. Gabby was baffled by it, too. The message had completely thrown us off kilter. It was on just one page, letter. I noticed the door was slightly open and I pointed the door to Sarah, she gave me a quick nod and we stormed in. A guy just shot himself in the head and felt on the ground. After hours of paper works and investigations we could clear the call, it was 9pm by then, we rolled down to the station still feeling a little weird inside of us, seeing someone dead is never easy. We walked in the station and changed back into our clothes, we closed the station and walked into the parking lot. "So.. you. I looked closer. My wife’s panties were wet. The place where panties touch her pussy there was a wet spot. It looked like textile was soaked with cum. I had a realisation, my wife was fucked by Swen yesterday. I was shocked, but decided not to say anything to Almane. I love her and didn’t want to ruin our marriage. Before doing something I wanted to gather more information. I wanted to see what’s going on between them when I’m not watching, so I rented a three mini cameras and hid them around. “OH Jim! my son, I like what you are doing, I haven’t felt this way in such a long time; she was in heaven.She had crossed the line from mother to lover: it felt right.She took one of his hands and led it between her legs, he could feel her deep desire for him as he touched her wetness. She pressed his hand between her pussy lips and moved it along her pussy.“Do that son, rub my pussy for a while,” she spoke with such passion.As he moved his hands in her wetness, he felt her hole, he knew his.