It was some sort of symbiotic gesture I guess, being fucked in my bed that only my husband had shared with me before this night! I was, no we both wer... more than ready for this for months! And now it was going to happen. I was scared but there was no turning back. Now what would happen would happen. If we fell in love completely and we left our spouses so be it. If we enjoyed each other’s bodies and that was all there was, well that was OK too. As he slid down onto me, his cock slowly pushed. Within the private yard, a red Jaguar with private plates parked precariously across two bays. He thumbed the bell push, waiting patiently for the voice over the intercom."Hello," a female voice replied, the accent characteristic of Eastern Europe."I'm Detective Sergeant Jim Penrose. I'm looking into the disappearance of Pamela Weston. I'd like to speak to David Hunnicutt if he's home." One moment. I ask him."The intercom went silent but after a short wait, the door buzzed to admit him. He. ”“It’s bollocks is that, bints is always up for a bit of how's thee father,” Eric explained, “It’ll be me doin’ thee a favour when I does thee not t’other way round.”“Will you take my complaint seriously!” she demanded.“Aye,” Eric agreed, “I’ll use condom if thee has a complaint, I 'ent that stupid.”“Really, then I’ll report you to the Police!” she snapped.“What have I done? except offer to do thee a favour,” Eric asked incredulously, “Bleeding heck.”“You are a total Moron, and imbecile, a. As I entered the master bedroom I saw open cupboards and clothes missing. A quick check of the bathroom confirmed all Kelly's things were gone from there as well. Damn ... I missed my dog! I could replace a wife.I went downstairs again and did a more thorough search room by room. The envelope was in the kitchen. I grabbed a beer and figured I better read the note from Kelly. I figured she must have known the jig was up. But I was the one in for a surprise when I read the note.DarlingSorry for.