I finally asked how long she had been having a relationship with Kris, Judy smiled and said “why do you think I have been going in twice a week for ...he last 10 years?” She then turned to me and smiled and said, “pull into the truck stop ahead and let’s see what happens.”I pulled off and went over to a quieter side of the parking lot and sure enough a semi and a van pulled over by us. A trucker got out of the semi and walked over to us and Judy got out of our SUV and got on her knees and gave. And after 9th i went 2 hostel from 9-12 .in these period never got chance just used to have eye contacts with her which showed that the way in which she looked had changed .I Saw some lust in her eyes.And when i completed 12 my uncle had gone to UAE and my aunt was there at my home oh i forgot to tell she had a son who was 12 yrs old that time .So they shifted to our home cause they had to stay alone at their home .so they were sleeping on my bed .Wen i came i used to sleep in the corner in. Why bother.Three shovels and an axe and lunch later we were back at what seemed to be the most recent depression Four hours later ... we went for the police.The police laughed, but we were insistent. We only got to dig the one hole. Forensics completed our work and the State Archaeologist got published.Eventually, there were 37 holes, 62 bodies, three Chicago typewriters (tommygun), and assorted handguns. Every one of the handguns were traceable to at least one murder.Time for dinner.So .... Her sex life with Bryan was ok. He was physically fit and had a good body with a nice Mr Average cock. Sex was two or threes times a month fitted around the demands of parenthood and his increasingly demanding work commitments. He often had to travel and stay away whilst working on big jobs. It was ok she always told herself, two or three positions, some oral sex for both and usually the guarantee of being able to make herself orgasm. Nothing kinky, nothing really naughty. Bryan liked to.