I'm looking sharp, and just hoping for a good day.I usually work the day shift, from, five o'clock in the morning until five o'clock in the evening. W...ile out on patrol, it's just another day. I give out a few warnings and traffic tickets, you know, the normal stuff. The rest of my day continues. By now, I'm hungry, just like any one else, so I decide to take a break. I go to the local mall, where I park my car and start walking towards the food court.As I pass some of the stores on my way to. She was about 5’2”, blonde, 18, with a nice butt. It was one of her first nights of a few months that she would be staying over and before going to bed she mentioned that she was so tired she was going to “sleep like a log”. I didn’t think anything more about it until I passed by the guest bedroom door much later that night and noticed that it was open a couple of inches. The light from the hallway revealed her sleeping form. I peeked inside to see her lying mostly on top of the sheets. She was. For some reason I began to take notice of the minutia of the moment. I could smell my wife’s secretions strongly in the confined space of the car and could see her trying to catch her breath. I could hear her labored breathing and watched as she pulled her left hand from her jeans where she had rubbed herself to orgasm. Her left hand. From her story that would be her clean hand. I can’t tell why that mattered but I was soon to learn in a very difficult manner.“So honey”, my Beth said in an. Her neighborhood looked very quiet. I was looking for the addresses when I saw her leaving the door of a house in a jogging suit. Her beautiful blonde hair and fantastic body were unmistakable, even with the loose fitting clothing! I had an instant hardon when I saw her. She walked to the sidewalk, then began to trot. I continued to drive slowly down the block then circled it to find she had turned in the direction of a park several blocks away I had personally jogged in before and was familiar.