When her pussy was nice and wet I rolled on top of her and started to thrust my cock into her waiting and willing hole she sighed when I first entere...d her and then started to moan I was pumping away with all the strength I had left in my body , our bodies were slapping together rapidly with a rhythm of a well tuned machine . I stopped and pulled out and rolled over and pulled her on top , she grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy and slowly lowered herself onto it and started a good. .. Stay on your own side... Don't touch me." It was all Angie could do not to break down there and then. Val in the meantime had grabbed her clothes and thundered out of the bedroom, muttering and grumbling.Angie was about to run after her, throwing the duvet back, but stopped in her tracks, sat naked on the bed, tears rolling down her face, barely able to believe that Val, her best friend, her lover and soul-mate, had just been so nasty. It was most unlike her.What made things worse was there. " Give me a call when you get back." All right."I was already in a better mood. I was happy that I would get a chance to talk with Kristen later on tonight.I spent the day with my family at my grandmother's house. She lived about an hour away, and I found myself thinking of Kristen most of the entire day.When we got home, I remembered my promise to call Kristen, and I was surprised when she answered directly. Usually, one of the household staff answers the phone, but Kristen set it up so that. I had Brenda do a mind scan of me to bring her up to date on the case and then we discussed it over coffee. None of us could come up with any brilliant insights—we simply did not have enough information, yet. It looked like we would have to start out slogging our way through possible witnesses until we found somebody who had seen Mr. Hawthorn when he disappeared. This was going to be time consuming and aggravating, but what else could we do?Then it dawned on me! We didn't have to do all of.