Por las siguientes dos horas fingí tomar mucho y estar ebria, aparente quedar dormida de borracha y alzada me llevaron a acostarme en una habitación.... "Si está bien dormida" se preguntaban los 3 obreros que me llevaron, mientras me movían para verificar mi borrachera, y yo, totalmente consciente, no respondía. El primero de ellos levantó mi minifalda, corrio mis panties, empezó a meterme sus dedos gordos y ásperos para luego lanzarse a chupar mi vagina como queriendo sacar mis fluidos.. Our favorite couples club in town would allow single guys in the club only on Fridays. I could always judge her mood by which night she wanted to go to the club. Saturday meant she wanted socializing and sex with friends. Friday meant she wanted a younger stiff cock between her legs.Saturday was great because I got to fuck another woman but Friday was usually hotter and nastier since she was just "putting out" and not really socializing.One week about three years ago she told me on Wednesday. So this is a continuation of what happened in the next morning.It was a chilling dawn. We were sleeping naked after an erotic session at night. Ninoshka was sleeping keeping her head on my chest. When I woke up I found that it was drizzling outside. Ninoshka’s hard nipples were touching my bare chest, It gave me an instant boner. It was a very romantic morning. I moved a bit which leads to Ninoshka also waking up. We looked into each other’s eyes and passionately lip locked for a quite long. The police detective, Sergeant Oliver Norris, looked just about as uncomfortable as he felt. He stood there shifting from foot to foot, wrestling with what to say to the husband of the victim. He had ended up exactly like this the last time he had confronted Mr Timothy Smith. That was over two years ago, he remembered with a grimace. That conversation had begun with so much promise and ended extremely unsatisfactorily, in fact even now he hadn’t long gotten over the ramifications of that.