Even when those people only had gotten a quick glance at them, those who had managed to get a glimpse of the girls exposed pussies had seen all the si...gns of a girl in heat. Okay, the redness of their outer labia could have been explained by the rubbing those lips had received from the saddles the girls sat on, but that wouldn't have explained why those girls' pussies had looked so wet. Especially, the white stuff that was leaking out of Melinda's pussy had made it very obvious to those people. "Look at me, goddammit! I'm a fucking monster because ofthat asshole. Am I glad he's dead? Your goddam right!" Did you have anything to do with his death?" No way."The lieutenant paused for a few seconds. Then he took asmall notebook out of his breast pocket and flipped throughit before he spoke. "Mr. Lane, when is the last time youwere in Hawaii?"Now Sandy looked down at his fingers, which had beenstripped of their usual coat of polish. His hands wereremarkably calm. "Thanksgiving." Where did. Taking in the sweet and flowery aroma, I reminded myself; he truly had known how to get into my mind and torment me with pleasure. He had been doing it for the last three years, so subtle, so bloody sneakily. My body shuddered again with the electrical currents that the memories held. All of that brushing past me, breathing his hot breath against my neck, whispering in my ear so closely as we entered into meetings, ushering me with a hand on the small of my back. There were days I felt my body. “Oooh, yeah…” Ashley moaned. Derek’s knob glistened with pussy juice as he rubbed the head of his dick along Ashley’s wet slit. “Keep doing that…that…just like…that.” Ashley reached between her legs and grabbed Derek’s shaft, rubbing it more vigorously around her clit. “Fuck, I could cum just like this…but I want this inside me.” Ashley placed Derek’s cock against the opening of her wet hole. He slowly leaned forward giving me a perfect view of his beautiful black cock disappearing inch.