Now I could see clearly the other man’s action of passion and he could also see my actions. He saw that my wife was not wearing anything beneath her...skirt, and he started feasting on her naked pussy, I could see his finger now rubbing vigorously on her rear. He saw that no one of us was objecting to his overtures and it made his overtures even more confident. He started opening my wife’s shirt button , while he was doing this my wife turned toward him and kissed him on lips they were kissing. ”I frowned and stared at the screen. I had no idea what this meant. “If they were missing, then what were they doing with Francine that night?” I asked.“A good question,” Radcliff said, closing the laptop. “This only makes this investigation even stranger than before.” Her tone sounded grim.I looked up. “Then you believe me.” I wasn’t sure whether I should have asked or stated it.She sighed. “I would rather believe your story with these girls included than the alternative. This is the first. A bit of petticoat peeked out from under her skirt as she bent over the sink. She raised a glass up and held it to the light in the window. As she did so, Malcolm caught her profile. Her little mouth was drawn up in a pout as she studied the glass. A valentine shaped earring caught the sunshine and sparkled scarlet on her pierced left ear. Her heels clicked twice and she raised and lowered them off and on the floor.Malcolm gave a soft sigh. He turned and began walking back around the farmhouse.. I saw them both looking at me in the mirror, but nothing was said the entire time.A moment later, I began my make up as well. 'There is something to be said if I have two sons that would gladly fuck me if I asked them to do so. Well, at seventeen and nineteen, they are men. I don't know what kind of strain that would put on our relationship, but again, I'm not looking to find out.'"Where is he taking you anyway?" Alan inquired."That new place out by the mall." Damn, he must be looking to get.