“Damn, she's a cock-hungry bitch. Shit.”Hot, salty cum flooded my mouth. I shuddered, a small orgasm rippling through my pussy as the jizz coated ...my tongue and mouth. I let it pool inside of my mouth, savoring how depraved and naughty it was to drink another man's cum. I was married.My pussy clenched on the Black man's thrusting dick.“Shit!” he grunted and flooded my pussy with his seed. I swallowed cum and savored the jizz filling my pussy. He pulled me down his shaft and grunted with every. The gown was loosely tied and I could see over her shoulder the swell of her breasts as they disappeared under the silk. I stared at the place where her nipples were pushing slightly against the material and swore they were growing but….. The talk got round to her life in France and she told me about various friends but it was clear that she found boys immature and crude. At one point she looked around at me and said ‘you’re 34, Hazel, why haven’t you married?’ I swallowed hard and explained. Then I stripped nude. My cock was stiff and already throbbing in great anticipation. I was in my own world of madness. But I wanted to give it a little time and try and make her take the first step.I sat on the toilet seat. I knew that Anisha had come to know that I was in the restroom. We have a solid shower curtain, so she didn’t see or hear me come in. But my seating on the toilet was certainly heard by her. I started to stroke myself softly and gently, my excitement grew to newer heights.I. “Yes, that seems pretty obvious.”“The timeline has to give you some pause. She died after the explosion, or at least her body was dumped after. And she was missing for five days before the explosion for it to work with Dorset’s theory, Samar would have grabbed her up and held her captive for some reason, blown up the armory, and then come back to kill her and dump her body here.”“He could have had accomplices.”“That he’s been hiding pretty well. No one we’ve talked to noticed him with anyone.