Why don'tyou come over at 12, we'll have lunch, hang out, and just have a fun daytogether?" Are you kidding, I'd love to!"After one more quick kiss, I...was back in my car, headed home. Oh my god, Iam so falling for her. I am the luckiest guy in the world. Seriously.Oh crap! I totally forgot about my underwear again! I actually startedhaving a discussion with myself."She's going to find them and I'm done for. I guess all I can hope for isthat wherever they landed they're enough out of sight that. It was quite modern on the inside, and very old looking on the outside, which made it very charming and comfortable at the same time.There were three bedrooms on the first floor, and I was shown the middle sized one, which shared a bathroom with bedroom number three. Catherine properly took the master bedroom, because it was her house, and because the closet was full of her clothes. The supporting agents were bedding down in two large RV's that had been driven in just for that purpose, while we. After an hour or so, Carol went in to make another batch of margaritas and David excused himself to use the rest room. When some time passed and neither of them returned, I went looking for them. Now, barely a half hour later, my wife was bent over the bathroom counter, cooing like a kitten, while David's cum was slowing dripping out of her pussy and down her leg. I was shaking and a little dizzy. I sat on the edge of the bed; my mind flooded with thoughts and emotions. The word "cuckold " felt. I did a little profiling of my own," Susan said. "A white male, professional something or other, in his mid thirties, probably has a wife and family. Most likely is looked up upon by his family, neighbors, associates, and others. No one will believe he is the one who is killing all of these young women. He is like any serial killer and takes something from these dead bodies. This one is ear rings. He probably keeps them in a safe place where no one can find them. I think he's a bit frustrated.