." "You shave them recently?" Sally asked. "Sure. You remember that skit we did for the New Rochelle Women's Social and Aide Association?" "Oh, yeah....." Sally said, remembering. "That's the week I *didn't* shave." "Including your moustache," Buddy added. "Watch it!" Sally warned. "Or I'll tell everybody you *can't* get a moustache! Mel would *love* that." "Speaking of people who can't get moustaches," Buddy said, "Rob, I see you kept the pantyhose." "Yes, and that's always been one of my. My cock was so hard it hurt. They paused briefly to change to the missionary position and I heard my wife say, ‘You’d better hurry because my husband will be home soon.’ This guy didn’t need any more encouragement. He started pumping like you wouldn’t believe. My wife started moaning and trembling in orgasm as he continued pumping. She then reached around his ass and tickled his balls with her fingernails. That was all it took for him, as he pumped a load of come. It had to be scary for her. I knew she’d been scanned at the entrance and maybe searched; I wasn’t sure about that part. I stood so she could see me. She did and marched over to me. I was confident that she knew the rules. She’d let me know that she’d gotten the rules-packet when she’d applied to get on my approved—approved by me—visitation list.We took our seats. “Oh my God, Andrew. I am so damn sorry!” she said. “Your face!”“I was in a fight. It happens,” I said. “No big deal.”“Jesus, I am so. When he asked her last known residence and occupation, I told him the place and told him she had died 23 years ago. He was way too much of a professional to tell me I was crazy, but I'm sure he thought I was. Hell, I thought I was too, but it was the only place I knew to start. We had experience with people who were supposed to be dead that turned up mysteriously alive.There was one bright spot over the last two weeks. One day, the girls came home from school, with Amy towing behind her one of.