She was one of the scabby hookers who prowled the New York side of the bridge. She tried to fuck me out of some bread. Henry, tough as nails, couldn�...t drive any more that day. That meant two days were fucked by this shit. Cop Detective in Charge, just a Cop really, had told him the remains were of the street whore ‘Alice.’ Street person Henry corrected. ‘Yea, I know. Probably died from the cold,’ Cop said snickering. ‘Cold,’ Henry said, ‘It’s fucking May.’ Henry asked an impertinent question.. "Maria, I'm going to have to check your underwear. It's strictly business. We've been having cases lately where young women have been hiding objects in their underwear, such as dangerous weapons or illegal drugs, so it's just a precaution for us to take part in checking."I felt so embarrassed. He basically had the chance to feel me up and now he was going to check my underwear? It was highly ridiculous. But I said alright, even though my face was tomato red and I was freezing my ass off. The sex on those nights was so fantastic that I didn't care about my fantasy anymore. Then one night we attended a birthday party at the home of the couple who had held the party that had started it all. Once again the furniture was cleaned out of a room to make it a dance floor and once again I watched as Sally danced with whoever asked her. The night was about half over and I was talking to Mary, the hostess, when I happened to see Sally and her dance partner go out on the back porch. When. She seemed oblivious to the woman's hand as they talked on and on while the hand kept creeping higher and higher up my wife's thigh. It wasn't long before, the woman had her hand practically right on top of my wife's cunt as she rubbed her hand up and down my wife's thigh, pushing her dress higher and higher as she did.Again, I looked at my wife and found she seemed to be enjoying what was being done to her.I was wondering what was going on when I felt a hand on my back, down around my belt.