There was little I could do yet the idea of not being there was unacceptable. I talked to Diane, not about the case and the possible charges Terry wou...d face. Even now my training and knowledge of Judges Rules prevented me from going there as eventually Diane may have to give evidence. In the UK a wife could not be compelled to give evidence against her husband, but I believed she would if that was the only charge we could make. I hoped that Bob would find evidence of other crimes, then he. How does it work? How does the mystery work?"You said the first time you saw it." Well... if you have to know... later, after we were together and I watched it again, I fantasized that I was the sister and it was you videotaping me masturbating, and... well, kapow!"They are silent for a minute, just looking at each other. She's just barely moving her hand on John Henry. Finally he speaks, but his voice is hardly more than a whisper."Jesus Jen. Jesus! Jesus, you're fantastic! I have to see you. Soon only 3 seconds were left to hit the green light on the signal, at this very moment my horny masi pulled my cock with great force and I squirt out all my cum on my whore’s hand! After an hour, we finally stopped at the Chinese hotel to eat. I parked the bike in the parking lot and my masi started to walk towards the entrance and I followed her.I observed her plumpy ass cheeks swaying one after another, I just couldn’t control my feelings. So I pulled her towards me by clutching her arms and. Jen let out a little squeak. “is that her”“Oh, erm” I didn’t know what to say, Jen didn’t look like she was able to speak and the longer I stayed on the phone the more difficult it was getting. “I should be going soon, my flight” I tried to get my wife off the phone.“What does her pussy feel like?”. What the fuck, did I hear her correctly. I suddenly lost my concentration, my primal instincts taking over. My cock suddenly throbbed, pumping cum into Jen, the power of my orgasm brought her own.