So my wife could only imagine what an incredibly nice sight it was for anyone watching. This wasn’t the first time that she let guys peek up her ski...t, so she could easily tell when someone got a good view simply by how their eyes opened wider and how eagerly they seemed to want to stare at her exposed panties.To my wife’s relief the 2 young boys behind her in line did not get on the same raft as her, thankfully the Ride attendant directed them to another raft. However, with a real big grin the. Jay sat there quietly with a smile on his face. I asked him what the smile was for? He said, “I knew you were into freaky shit bro!” I laughed and told him how Suzanne and I have had a threesome with a good friend of ours years ago but had not had any more experiences after that. No matter how much I begged Suzy to at the very least continue to discuss our sexual fantasies, she would shut me down. Jay asked me if Suzy enjoyed the threesome we had? I answered that I thought she did but that I. I laid out some loose black slacks, a comfortable silk shirt, and my “dress” flip flops. No underwear, of course. I got dressed, grabbed a special item from the closet, and left the room. And went back to making the final preparations for our guests. I fired up the grill, and went to prepare the martinis.About thirty minutes later, I heard Jess leaving the bedroom, and heading to the kitchen. When she entered, I suddenly stopped breathing. There she stood, in the outfit I laid out for her. She had wept for what it cost me to kill the two dirty Las Vegas cops that were hunting for Phoebe, the thirteen-year-old runaway who was the key that finally unlocked the pedophile slave ring I was in Vegas to stop. I had tried everything I could think of to find a way out of killing them; Jamie calling Sandra Atkins had been my last resort, but no one was willing to step in. Rod and Rebecca had no proof of what was happening and therefore no legal grounds. Atkins knew the truth — enough of it.