" You really think so? But how will we ever figure out what did take place last night?" I tried to hang on to her thought about making that happen to ...me. I think it was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.It was still very hard to control my emotions. Even Ashley's gentle comforting was hurting me. Feeling her soft small hands wipe my tears away only worsened my mood. It was hard to look into her beautiful eyes without breaking into uncontrollable sobs.Once I was able to pull myself. “Are you looking at him?” he asked in her ear. As Steph answered, "yes," Jack's finger slipped inside her and Steph exhaled in a gasp. "Do you wish this was him," he asked as his finger curled into her. Steph just rotated her hips against his finger and gasped again. "Tell me," he said. Before she could answer, Jack and Steph heard the door open and Jack withdrew his hand. Amy saw them pulling apart and said, "You two. More than twenty years and still can't keep your hands off each other. I am. I entered the family room and all I heard was quiet and then a moan from a bedroom down the hallway. I slowly made my way down the hall and saw a light on in the far bedroom.I walked in and on the bed laid a woman in a nightgown who had been shot at least three times: twice in her chest and the other in her forehead. On the floor in front of her was a man fully dressed in a suit with blood all over his chest. He had a gun in his hand. I saw him move and then he seemed to go unconscious. I took. I gave her a spank to hold her ass and drag my looped-under hand deeper into the valley of her thighs.“Look at her go!” Alex exclaimed, watching the whip of Max’s lower spine and the bounce of her butt. Max was humping my palm and Sam’s wrist.“I can’t help it!” Max moaned over her shoulder to Alex. She had to explain herself, defend something. Her breath was off and ragged. I curled my wrist and pressed the heel of my palm into her sex.“Then get excited for it!” Alex urged. She had never seen.