Tonight she was hoping the boredom at her husband's party would be interrupted by a call from her friendDave. I laughed along with my husband at his b...ss' lame jokes, wishing to be almost anywhere else. Despite the prosperity of his law firm, they seemed reluctant to put much money into their Christmas party, and I stood sipping my second glass of incredibly cheap wine of the evening, trying to hide my distaste for its flavour. That didn't stop my husband of course, who had been drinking. While the husband obediently sucks on the wife's pussy, the old man starts to fondle his arse, spreading his cheeks and puling on his lacy panties.The husband tries to ignore it until a feeling of complete pleasure runs from his arse right up his spine. He lets out a feeble whimper as the old man starts to lap at his hole. Pulling his lacy panties to one side, the old bull starts to tongue his hole expertly, hitting all the right spots. "MMMPPPHHFFF" moans the husband its his wife's pussy. The. Her hips were bucking and she was holding my hands tight to her cunt! Uummm, thats what Im talking about! That was fucking great! Youve passed part one. Remember how you did what you did so that you can do it again. I was hard again and was feeling good and looking forward sticking my dick in her. I moved up slowly as I kissed my way up her stomach, across her breasts, up her throat and began to tongue fuck her mouth again. I reached down between my legs and started to guide my cock towards. .. I didn't care. Sooner or later the fucker would leave the safety of the walls and suffer some sort of very unfortunate accident, unless he just disappeared into the swamp instead.Only the lazy or amateur killers dump their victims into the river. That more than anything had been Rochelle's killer's biggest mistake. The great Orms River was big and wide, but at Ormsford, as its name suggests, the river becomes rather shallow and rocky. Anything tossed into the river for several leagues on.