“Why’s that?” I asked.“We haven’t been able to identify many of the dead.”I closed my eyes and let that statement sink in. I didn’t even... want to think about what that meant. It had been nearly twelve hours since the shooting had started, and you would think they’d be able to figure out who was who ... unless ... I didn’t want to think about what that meant.“Do you know who made it?” I asked.“Are you a family member?” she asked.I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.“I’m David A. Dawson. I. He worked one of the labia into his mouth. His lips gently pulled it in until his teeth could gnaw on the flap of sensitive flesh. His tongue ran rough and wet all along the trapped ridge until it was cleaned of the honey.The honey and cunt juice mixture was more intoxicating than any liquor could have been. He found his heart beating faster and his hot breath gusted out and into the dense forest of her pussy mound. He discarded this sex lip for the other.He gave it the same treatment. The soft. Her moans were getting louder and louder, and I slid two fingers in her pussy again, twisting them to form a hook and started tapping her g-spot. I could feel her juices on my fingers, and I started fingering her. My fingers were moving really fast in and out and she was now moaning really loud but I wasn’t going to stop. My fingers were moving really fast, then pushing all the way in and pushing the fingertips against her g-spot. Her moan was now a long continuous one. Her pussy grabbed my. I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you, but I don’t want your filthy hands on me.” Jan shook his head with a sigh. “See, you had my sympathy right up until the word ‘filthy’,” he said. He reached out and put his hands around her slim waist. Laura cringed and struggled, and her tits jiggled in front of his face again. “Please don’t touch me,” she begged, tears falling freely from her eyes. “Aw, you said ‘please.’ Nice try, but it doesn’t cancel out the ‘filthy.’” He slid his hands up.