The Squirrel chuckled and gave her a playful smack on the ass with the back of the pelt brush as he finished grooming her. He handed the brush off to ...her and presented himself for his turn. "That, dear ladies, pretty much says it all. We literally did get caught with our armor down."Karma worked the brush down his chest and nodded, "I get your meaning, but let's hear it anyway." Yes, well," he continued, "me and Shaasta had just finished a nice long afternoon double-boinking, first in her Elf. ”“How did he do that?”“I don’t know, sir.”“Then how do you know she’s dead?”“He had us bury her.”“When did you bury her?”“I don’t remember exactly, sir. It was many years ago.”In the wallet, Jake found a driver’s license that expired in 1988. She had been born in 1965. She had been a very good-looking woman.“Where did you bury her?”“There is a property out in the country where we do that.”“Count the boxes for dead women and tell me how many.”“Yes, sir.”Jake looked through all the items in. "You see, it was my idea to have you move in here in the first place. He didn't want you, but I persisted and got my way as usual, just like I'm going to do now." She continued to kiss and lick my chest, my nipples, my stomach, letting me feel her breasts slide down my body. She slid my cock in between them, breast-fucking me until I began to moan. "Don't let me down, now-we're just getting started." She began to lick the underside of my cock, flicking her tongue wildly just below the head, the. I frowned when I saw the pall of dark clouds advancing steadily from the northwest, and wondered if I’d be able to get up to the old sawmill and poke around before the storm closed in for the night. By the time I walked the four blocks to the edge of town, puddles were forming along the curbs. Tony’s Whistlestop, a fading, white clapboard building on the edge of the old freight yard that had long ago seen most of its rusting, weed-overgrown tracks torn up, was empty except for its owner. The.