I ASK HONEY WILL YOU BE HOME SOON HE SAID IF HE WANTED TO TAKE THE AFTERNOON OFF HE WOULD HAVE TO WORK LATE TONIGHT I SAID OK HONEY I LUV YOU.I DECIDE...TO CHANGE INTO SOMTHING SEXY FOR THE NIGHT. AS I LUV TO GREED MY HUSBAND WHEN HE COMES HOME. I TAKE OFF MY CLOTHS AND JUMP IN THE SHOWER AS THE WATER DRIPS DOWN MY BODY I TEND TO GET REALLY HORNY AND REMEBER ALL THE TIMES WE FUCKED IN THE SHOWER. I WAS SO HORNY THINKING OF HES TOUCH AND HIS BIG COCK PRESSING ON MY ASS I WISHED HE WAS HOME SO I. ”“Do you know of anyone who might want to harm her?”I felt my face grow pale. I shook my head.“No. No one I know has ever mentioned her name in my hearing.” I looked from one officer to the other. “There’s nothing more I can tell you. Can I go?”The smiles were not quite sincere.“Yes, of course. Thanks for your time, Douglas.” They watched me put on my coat and gloves and let me walk to the door before the questioner said, “Ms Drilea was shot dead in the market square last night. We’re looking. The feeling of the hot oil deep in her bowels resulted in a groan and a grasping tightly of my ankles. Her hips thrust upwards and legs clamped shut in response, and the groans of the crowd drowned out any uttering of my subject. I still had half a bulb of oil remaining, but decided to wait. Her vagina was dilating at a rapid rate indicating arousal. The anal sphincter was rhythmically clamping down on the intruder. Her breathing was heavy and begging for release. I squeezed the remaining oil. ..if you want somewhere taboo like the work place, but I want somewhere private, I was thinking, maybe, we could go to...my...work."As I speak, I keep my eyes away from Sebastian's face. His spoon stops in his cup."The funeral home?" He rolls his shoulders, creeped out. "Isn't that a little...morbid?" Well...it's just that it's a place I'm comfortable. I have keys, we could go in at night and be alone. And even then, it's just me and Mr. Trotsky, and he's, like, 80. So it'll be private."Just.
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