Two days later I was back at the Nick. Another interview. Gascoigne tried to suggest that they had found something on my clothes. I had been a copper ...or fifteen years and knew all the little tricks and subterfuges that an interviewing officer would try to trip up the suspect. It was quite amusing as I could see his ploys approaching well before he laid down the trap. Implying that they had found evidence was an old tactic and I refused to take the bait. I knew that they couldn't have found. .. Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most time they spent with each other in a day and whichever one wasn't driving that day just stared at their phone the entire ride. Everyday he dreaded going to school. High School had never been “as advertised” to Jess. He was a loner, an outcast. He had not even a handful of friends, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling more and more depressed, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide.. "Me? Just laying around enjoying myself. No, I'm having a great time without you, Steve."Hmmm. The doorman wouldn't let you up to my apartment? No, I guess not. Not that it matters. I don't live there anymore. No, you don't need to know where I'm living now."Am I breaking off our engagement? Well, duh. What did you think I meant when I left the ring on top of the emails in the bed? Damn right I'm breaking off our engagement."Yes, leaving a trail of clothes up to the bedroom was intended to. It was clear from her grunting and the sounds she was making she was feeling the cocks in her like she had never felt before. I sat outside of the window for a while then I went back to watch the action. I stepped into the room in time to see the man fucking my wife’s face shot his load into her mouth. He did not let go of her head and he shot the cum into her mouth. She was unable to take his load a fast as he shot it. She choked on his cum and let it run out of her mouth onto the bed as he.