After the conversation progressed and I got the sense that he was very relaxed, I took my chance saying “tell you what, ill give you $50 if you let...me suck your dick” he look at me puzzled at first, his facial expression saying what the fuck. After a few seconds of awkward silence to my surprise he said “ok”. I felt so nervous I was starting to shake to think that all this time and patience is about to pay off. Just as we were trying to figure out a place to go the other guy cleaning the range. My normal wear for pottering around the house includes shorts and sheer, flesh coloured tights and I often go out into the neighbourhood like this. It is quite a stealthy look and no one seems to notice, or if they do, they don’t say anything. I turned round and asked her “how can you tell?”.It turned out that Deborah had been talking about tights before I came in the kitchen. She was asking my wife why she wore them all the time, and she talked about how she was married to the world expert on. He tared her panty and blouse and started to squeeze milky tits she moaning umm.umm...st...op..pl... he said why u are enjoying it . he turned toward her pussy and licking um.. um..um he said ur pussy is awesome .she moaning umm....umm...n....o...oh...st...op.... she at one tryed to get but he trowed her down saying i want to fuck ur pussy now . fell on her kissing her rosy lips umm..ummm.. inserted his black cock in her pussy . he said how is it i am fucking in front of ur husband be calm . by. Wheeler struggled to roll over, then got to his hands and knees. Clay stepped closer and spoke in a low, patient voice. ‘Now let’s try that again. But this time, it’ll just be between you and me. You did it, didn’t you? You torched that church.’ There was a pause, then a nod. Wheeler’s lips were split and swollen, his voice a bit garbled. ‘But I swear no one was inside. And I’m, I’m sorry about your girl. But why in hell did she and that nigger go running in there?’ Clay’s reaction was.