.. hey ... she’s not my wife,” I said.“She’s not?”“Heck no.”“Well?”“I picked her hitch-hiking in Montana...” I started. By the t...me I’d finished, we’d made it through the road-block at the head of the drive and talked to the guys from the ambulance, the deputy at the gate, the Crime Scene Investigator ... that’s a lie.What we got from the investigator was, “Hey, don’t walk through my crime scene.”We detoured through the garage. There’s a door to the yard by the outhouse.“Hold on,” Edgar said,. When I was clean again, I made myself a light dinner and ate it in the kitchen.After I had cleaned up, I went relaxing on the sofa in the living room. I wondered what this evening would have in store for me. I especially thought about how those cops in training would react on me when I would be brought in naked. However, I also wondered how I would react. And I was sure of one thing! It wouldn't be as sexual as the evening I had planned with Annie.And thinking of Annie, this remembered me that. We stepped into the shower and the hot water pouring down over us felt fantastic I grabbed the wash cloth suds it up with soap and proceeded to wash him down every beautiful inch of him spending extra time cleaning his big thick cock. Stroking him as I washed him, We finally rinsed off and toweled dry and walked back into the suite I pulled a chair out in the middle of the room and told him to sit we were both naked both very aroused I dropped to my knees in front of him and began kissing his. Both of their careers began in the military. Later they were seconded to the diplomatic service. We were stationed in Tokyo and then Hongkong, that espionage playground of the East. So I suspected at least my mom was in the spying business. My story began at the point of my parents' divorce. After the divorce my father resigned from the diplomatic service and the military and moved back to the States. My mom stayed on. We had to give up our bigger apartment and were assigned to a smaller unit.