He was dressed in the style of a generation earlier, and his colorful waistcoat showed the stains of many meals."Not a'tall, my boy. Please have a sea...t. Port? Well, a bit early for me too I guess. How can I help you?" I wondered if you heard about the death of a woman called Betsy Miller down in Georgetown, less than a month ago." No, name's not familiar." The older man wriggled in his large chair trying to get comfortable, and he clenched and flexed his right hand under a lacy cuff. "Damned. I've seen you drink." He grabbed the magazine and turned to the photo of Denise, at the moment of orgasm, fingers in her nest, dildo in her rear. "Jesus, you're cumming, Denise! You're fucking yourself! You've got your fingers in your pussy and a dildo half way up your ass!" Kevin, I... I don't know what to say. Josh, the photographer seemed so nice. I... slept on the couch for over an hour. He told me the shoot went okay." Okay? Yeah, I'll just bet it went okay! Did you fuck him too, Denise?. Once he hit her spot he seemed to hit it over and over. She felt her body tense as he continued to hit the walls within her pounding the spot. She lifted her hips to him, pushing him in as deep as she could as she tightened herself around his cock releasing what had been building inside her. He continued pushing himself in as deep as he could go. She knew he was close and she wanted him to fill her. She heard his breathing speed, his thrusts were harder. ‘Come on baby’ she whispered to him. HE. It might take an hour just to get a couple miles . Lucky me for some reason the traffic wasn't so bad that time of day and I was at Rica's place in Central Jakarta within 15 minutes. Before I had a chance to knock on the door Rica opened it just enough to peek out and tell me "hurry come in". Once inside their house it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness . Rica didn't wait I felt her take my hand and pulling me to follow her. Oh FUCK when my eyes finally adjusted I was watching.