Not in specific - I don't have a separate plan for "my wife is getting it on with my friend" versus "my wife is getting it on with her college boyfrie...d" - but in general, I knew what I was going to do.I will say that it surprised me how much she kept trying to go on after I hit him. I mean, I cracked him hard enough that he just went limp (his body, anyway) but she kept on chasing her cookies for a couple of seconds. It wasn't until I put the first trash bag over his head that she realized. The first picture was of Lisa stretched out on their bed. Candles lit the room, although their effect was somewhat muted by the camera's flash. However that same flash did a wonderful job of revealing Lisa's tan skin set off by the lacey white negligee she was wearing. She was giving the camera a naughty smile. The second was more of the same. Lisa had lain down on her side, her head propped up on one hand. Her leg was akimbo, the foot resting on her other knee. The white lace had fallen away. I just got home and found Mom and Dad and Howie murdered. Susan’s gone and there is blood on her bed. There’s tracks out the backdoor. I’m armed and following them. I’m turning the ringer off on my phone. I’m in camo, so tell the deputies not to shoot me in the back by accident.” Before she could respond, he’d hung up, silenced the ring tone, and was following a single set of tracks coming and going into the woods behind his home.The almost full moon aided his tracking, and he followed the. I had never given it a second thought for most of my life and my upbringing had taught me that there was no bisexual. Either you sucked cock or you didn't suck cock, end of story. The road from there to tolerance and finally to desire had been a long one. It had taken most of my 42 years.I released his heavy ball sack from my mouth and sank lower. My nose pressed into his balls and my tongue flicked out of my mouth. I licked his taint and he groaned loudly. I moved closer and licked his tight.