Whoever did it mustn’t get away with it. Do you want to tell me about it, Ed?”I gave Hettie the full story, about the missing husband, the attack ...by Curly Cavenagh and Mary’s killing in self defence, the discovery of her husband’s body, the suspicious attempt by my former police sergeant to pass it off as suicide, the diary of meetings or telephone contact with suspects known only by their initials, and the attempt by the police driver to abduct us. We both have analytical minds, it helps me in. Steve's cock was getting soaking wet and ever so slippery."God, Amie, put it in Baby! I need you." Tell me, Daddy, tell me where." In your cunt, Amie. Put my cock in your cunt and fuck me."Amie settled her opening over the tip of Steve's cock. Her labia quickly surrounded the shaft and held it firmly in place as it started it journey well inside of her. She could feel each inch of it spread her open more and the pressure forcing more of her liquid down his hard shaft. She felt the wiry hairs at. We checked out and left the store. All I could think about the whole way back to the car was how much I wanted her. Once inside the car, she could tell how horny I was. She mentioned I should have gotten on my knees and licked at her sopping wet pussy. Despite trying to tell her I could move on with the day without any more sexualness...she told me I better find some place to get my sexual tension out by fucking her!As I drove down the streets pondering where on earth we could get our sex on,. ..he woke up feeling a little groggy...he always had one too many when his wife was away, but at least he was a good boy this time and was alone in his bed. It was 6 am and as he yawned he felt his morning hard on press against his boxers. It was just natural to him to slide his right hand into his pants and cup his balls, they were warm and loose and he gave them a squeeze letting out a soft groan. His hand moved from balls to the base of his shaft and he slid it up to his head where he rolled.