She was now a Senior Detective. For some reason just thinking about the diamond decorating her nostril still made my insides go all soft and squirmy, ...ade my pulse race. Maybe it was her satin smooth skin the color of warm butterscotch, or the sparkling dark eyes I could lose myself in, or her killer bod -- generous boobs and great hips -- on a short but sturdy frame.Or maybe it was her courage and commitment to my safety. The seeds of what became a very personal relationship been planted at. .. NOT a wimp assed freak who wants to “share his wife” or a poor shmuck who has a knife through his heart whether he knows it or not ... anyway, the guy with the pet bird had a tag line “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time,” or something similar. The point he was making was that if you did a crime, you were going to jail. Oooooooooooh I’m sooooooooooo scared!Janet was in High School when I moved in next door. Actually, I did NOT move in, my parents did. I was in the Navy at the time. How happily married are you wearing this ugly tent to bed? When was the last time you and your husband got down and dirty. I gave him a handjob just this mornin. Thats it, a handjob? Shoot, you two have the hottest sex life Ive ever heard of, sweetness. We didnt have time for more, she added defensively. If he hadnt drunk so much, wed have made love tonight. My fingers wormed past her gusset, wiggling into her honeypot. So your husbands not takin care of his marital duties, huh. Its fine, she. She moaned by feeling my cock between her ass. It was making both of us horny.After having coffee we started to talk and suddenly I told her to come in bra and panty. I will give you a body massage. I was confused where to give her the massage. I know if I give it on the bed, my roommate will fucking kill me due to the oil spill.And my mind is evil when I am hard. I took my sheet and spread it on the kitchen platform and told her to get down, later on, I brought Himalayan massage oil. Slowly.