” She said turning away from the bird.“Nice ass bitch! Love to kiss it!” The bird squawked out.“Yes, Bubba,” she said, again wondering where...the bird had picked up such crudeness. Jimmy didn't talk that way, and he'd owned Bubba for about four years. She was terrified the bird would say something inappropriate during the evening.She stood at the full-length mirror in the bedroom, looking at herself. Jimmy always told her she had a beauty pageant body, but she didn't think so. My boobs are too. "One time she said she was wet for me," Edward parroted. "Right in the middle of a restaurant. Now if you knew my wife, you would know that she would never do something like that. Never." Then you knew something had changed," the attorney said with conviction. He knew the answer to his own question, of course. They had rehearsed this for hours."Absolutely. That's when I called Johnson Video and had them install pinhole cameras in several rooms in the house. It wasn't long before I had the proof. .." Cramer? That's the woman who was shot a couple of days ago, isn't she?" Yeah, she's the one." Well, what the fuck is he doing? I thought that was open and shut. You have a tape of the whole thing, right? That's what they said on the news." Yep, and thank God I had called in a favor and had the FBI come out and take possession of the original. The DA has doctored the tape I gave him until it sounds like Cramer murdered the guy..."The Attorney General held his hand up a little signaling Tate. Most quickly pulled their cocks from their pants and began stroking their meat.Cheryl and I stood and moved in a couple of seats, leaving two seats between her and the aisle. I slid my arm across her shoulders and slipped my hand inside her blouse, cupping and fondling her tit.The man who was sitting in front of Cheryl stood, moved to our row, and pushed his sweat shorts down slightly, completely exposing his cock and balls as he seated himself next to my horny wife, his legs spread wide, his.