”Matt lay in his bed staring blankly at the ceiling. Sleep had eluded him for days. Every time he tried his mind would race to the darkest parts of ...his subconscious. Debt, frustration and disappointment haunted him wherever he went. He turned over and his beautiful wife Sora lay next to him sleeping peacefully. Her naked body and milky skin gleamed in the moonlight. He reached out and stroked her long silky red hair. He moved down her cheek and to her naked breasts. He put his hand over her. She was still very much trying to be the boss. Once he was back inside he sat in the cubbyhole to read another file. The first thing he always did was to pull the evidence inventory. He placed it to the side so that he could compare it to the incident report. He would expect to find items missing from the inventory not things added. In the case of Susan Smith there was a match book in evidence which according to all the reports was never recovered from the scene. It made for a huge break in the. . better."With those words, she sealed Khari's fate. From that moment on, he decided that if any girl showed an interest in him, he would pretend to be in love with her so that if and when it got to the point of having sex, she wouldn't complain that he wasn't some super-hung Mandingo. It was his insurance policy. He didn't care who showed him attention, fat, ugly, younger, older, married, dating, nothing in common, he didn't care if she had slept with every man in a 50 mile radius, as long as. As her grip losened, I repositioned and exclaimed “Surprise!!!” and as she wore a quizzed look i pushed in the remaining 1 inch which was outside which made her gasp and her eyes went BIG. Now with a steady speed I pumped into Ashna as she held on to my arms feeling my tricep muscles and moaning every now and then. I altered pace with slow fast and medium, at times also pulling almost completely outside just to ram my thick cock deep into her only to hear her squeal. Soon I found my movement.