Or you two for that matter.”Emily looked at Keith then at her daughter then at Keith again waiting for some sort of a response.Keith looked at Gemma... quietly and not quite knowing what he should say. He still had no idea as to why the NZ Police where inquiring about these guys and didn’t want to say anything he didn’t have to say if he thought it would keep Gemma from getting into any trouble.“Ah ... well...” Keith began, “ ... um ... well ... I’m not sure where these two are either. I do. “I’ll take her shirt and bra off,” she said in a soft voice. “You slide her shorts down. She never sleeps in anything more than her panties.”Phil glanced at Hailey for a moment but she turned away to work the shirt over Tiffany’s head. Phil lifted Tiffany’s slim hips and slid the shorts downward. He quickly stopped their descent.“Uh,” he said as he found himself looking at Tiffany’s nearly hairless pussy from only a foot and a half away. Hailey turned and let out a long breath when she saw her. She folded her wings until they fell down on either side of Phil like the canopy of a hospital bed."I offer intimacy such as no mortal can ever experience," Mameka Bey'tan whispered.She sighed as her pussy pulsed and shivered around Phil's cock. The air was saturated with the cloying aroma of sin and sex. She sat down on him all the way and slowly rocked back and forth, stirring his cock in the oozing well of her pussy. Her honey saturated him and flowed through his body in pleasurable little. He grew tired of the smiles and head tilts, the sympathy cards, the casseroles. He found the bland solemnity of it all boring and false. Funeral directors were the worst, savants at coining bloodless euphemisms for death like “at her journey’s end,” and “in eternal rest.” She wasn’t in eternal rest. She wasn’t resting. She was just dead, and that’s what how he wanted to put it to everyone: “She is dead. She is just dead.” He wanted to close the subject quickly and honestly. If the subject.