I don't know where to begin."Bill began to tell his story.Bill and his wife Millie were your typical small town residents. Bill had a job with the Cou...ty Highway Department and she was a school teacher. They went to church every Sunday. They were trying to start a family but Millie had trouble carrying the fetus. It seems that every time she conceived the baby would abort at between two and four months. Millie was becoming more and more depressed. She started joining all sorts of women's. Who wears a dress for a walk in the woods? If she'd turned round, she probably would have seen us before she left, but we were fortunate she didn't.Once we were sure she was away and nobody else was around, we resumed what we were doing. Thomas had started to go soft and I wasn't as wet, so we stimulated ourselves once more. I went down on him when he was hard again, but the more I did, the more I wanted him inside me. After a few minutes, I came up, but kept stroking him by hand.'Look, I know. "No wonder you can't break the case," Camille flared, "if that's what you call 'covert activity.' Jesus Christ. Why are you skulking around in the bushes, peeping at me? Can't a girl get some fucking privacy?"The grin on his face told the story well. He'd been enjoying the erotic show she'd been putting on, enjoying it more than even he realized. "Do you always take a bath with a gun?" Smart ass," she snorted as she lowered the gun. Watching as he kicked off his shoes and reached for the belt. " "Was it a white kitten that flew off the top of the refrigerator?" I asked. Her eyes were wide and her face showing astonishment when she whispered, "Yes." She paused a little before asking, "How, how can you know about that?" I told her about the hypnosis; the flying kitten, the cold and hot she experienced as well as unbuttoning her blouse to cool off. As I was talking, her face took on a look of total disbelief. "But, I know he never hypnotized us, I heard him say that none of us were. He.