It was getting really hard to concentrate on my answer."Jamie, please? I need to focus here." The vision faded and I continued my answer to Charles, "...t was obvious she was upset, Detective, but I'm no crisis counselor. You said she was a runaway, seems like a lot of concern sending two officers all the way from Las Vegas to look for her? Couldn't you just alert the local authorities if you were looking for her?" Normally yes," Charles said. "But she's wanted for questioning in another matter.. Suddenly she saw herself face down on a pile of wooden sk**s, held down by hands, many hands and almost felt the enormous cock of the old man pumping at her exposed ass in the cold of the night.. She felt nauseous... she was ****d!! And her friends were there!!Her hand shoot at her mouth stifling a moan and her large eyes looked at their own center in the mirror... why?She recalled, now clearly, Jen's smile in stark contradiction with her cold eyes, full of hatred. She had thought that all was. Instead, I showed her the way to the bathroom to which she blushed.S: you are very naughty.. haan!!Me: you have no idea about that ;) (giving her an indication that I was a little serious)S: Bathroom wouldn’t be a good place for it :DMe: who told you to go and live there. It’s a matter of 10 minutes.S: 10 minutes of kissing!!Me: I thought how one can stop at kissing and that too when no one is noticing ;)ok, this was a bit too much and I regretted when the msg was sent .. but the reply that. He called last week and said he wife would be npbusy all day Saturday and if I would like to meet hi. At a home he was showing in NorthEast Philly. He explained it was empty but at least we could chat without everyone listening I met him at the house and we looked around and we openly talked about how we started being bi and what we liked most about it. How we wished we could tell our wives but feared the unknown of how they would react so it was best that we keep this our secret. Anyway I.