The woman whom the cop shot rose up, grabbed the gun hand and twisted desperately, squeezing with all her might. The gun discharged a second time. No ...one was hit."My name is Amanda Lust," the wounded woman told the still form on the bed. "Now you know who I am." He didn't hear her.The cop screamed as the vise-like hand squeezed his fingers harder. Amanda pulled herself to her feet, using the cop's injured arm to give her a boost. She staggered over to the still form on the bed. She kissed his. Nancy moaning softly. Now I widened her legs and smelled her clean-shaven pinkish pussy. She got shivering vibes by touching her pussy. Now I started slowly licking pussy in her standing position.Nancy was moaning louder. I kept licking for 10-15 minutes and tasted her cum, it’s a sweet taste. Nancy said, “I can’t stand now.” I kept my dress on the floor and said to sleep on that. Now I started kissing her, pressing, sucking her boobs and started kissing and licking her total body.Nancy moaning. Mira started to twitch and I realized that I had been sitting there and staring at her. I looked back down at my plate and tilted my head to one side – looking at it with my “artist’s eyes.”“I don’t think Bec’s actually giving you the silent treatment,” said Sam. I could feel him leaning up against me slightly so that he could talk around me to Leroy.“She’s just not talking right now. She does that sometimes – when she’s upset or freaked out about something or pissed off or feeling arty or a. The eyes that were now looking down at me. There was one on each side of the head. They were large with yellow Irises that had a vertical black line in the center and not a round pupil. All of this was on the white sclera background. They seemed to look directly into your very soul, and could see all that you were, and all that you had done; they were that piercing. The last thing that I noticed was that the face and that part of the neck that were visible, were a blue color, but a somewhat.