Apparent cause of death: natural causes. Singer wasn’t a fit man, but the timing of his death beat the door down on coincidence. The piece went on: ...Mr. Singer had taken his lunch per his usual routine, according to shop seamstress Lois Pennington. Upon his return, he collapsed. They were dropping like flies: first Schmidt, then Metzger, and now Singer. The list of suspects was dwindling to one. The way Moe saw it, everything pointed to one man’s finger on the trigger of the insecticide tool:. Once I made the decision I placed a message on a bicycle message board. It was on of those sites that Forensics Ink monitored. Forensics Ink was the alias for Wilson.I think I am having trouble with gremlins in my trike. I need a master diagnostician. The message I left read.I banged around the net for a while but nothing happened, so I went to dinner. When I came back I went back on the net to do research on cannabis's natural enemies. It appeared that the introduction of mold into the closed. Me: oh. So, ready to go? She: yes, by the way how m I looking? A smile from me was enough for an answer. She was looking gorgeous. Protruding boobs and sound ass, just enough to give me a hard on. It was well hidden by the way.Few hours later she’s done with her shopping, and we were on our way home, and suddenly it starts raining, I told her to tighten her grip and she tighten her grip over me, as of which her boobs come crushing to my back. Such smooth they were, has she been my gf would have. .I started spraying my jism into her cunt. I kept erupting squirt after squirt of cum into her.. In all the excitement of dumping my load, I thought I heard a door close, Holy fuck could Susan's Mother be home ? " Fuck" She could have been watching us. "Did you hear a door close" ? I asked Susan. "No" she replied. " Well I think I did" I responded...." You don't think your Mom looked in and caught us , do you" ? I question " For God sakes no" Susan replied. " She knows we've had.