Her back thrusts out, she clenches the fake cock, so Connie cannot pull it out for a moment to thrust again, and howls with passion as she now comes f...or the fourth time in not even an hour.Emma is spent, and drops to the bed, lower her legs and just lays there panting, trying to come down from this last high. Connie pulls out of her, and flops to Emma’s side, pulling her close to her rocking and stroking her back.“You did well for this part Emma, very good. I did not know what a sensual person. I was willing to bet she did not weigh twenty pounds more than in high school. That beautiful blond hair was now shorter, more appropriate for our age. A figure that was even hotter than when she was seventeen. “Can I come in?” “Of course! Where are my manners?” I closed the door behind her and turned. She took me in her arms. “Jim, just listen for a minute," she whispered, "I heard about Karen. I am so sorry. I live about an hour away, but when I heard I knew I had to come and see you. I know. Introductions were quickly made, and the two nervous prisoners waited while he carefully scanned the copies of the documents detailing the charges against them that he had been given when he arrived.That task completed, he lifted his head to look alternately at his two new clients, and said, "So ... you're both charged with the murder of Mark Evans. What can you tell me about what the arresting officers had to say to the two of you? You go first, Mrs. Evans. Just the big picture, please. I. A small clock showed the time in glowing red numbers, three inches in height. ‘02:35 am’ The bed, which sat like a queen in the center of the north wall of the room, was a heavily built furnishing, covered by three sets of objects… One was a set of silk sheets… Two was twin matching pillows… The third object was a nearly nude body; a woman’s body, tanned and slim and fit; the woman‘s hair was dark brown, her nails were painted red, and her supple frame was about 63 inches in length, stretched.