It felt good, but it also hurt. Carol’s attention was on the pleasure between her legs, and not on what she was doing to me. And, what she was doing... was scrapping her teeth against my sensitive shaft. Jill yelled for me to fuck Carol, as she took Carol by the hips and flipped her over. It was like a coach calling one of her players back into the game. Jill and I switched positions. I eased up behind Carol and pushed my now rigid spear into her flowering pussy. Carol was so wet, I had to stop. The killing had taken skill, determination, and a ruthless cunning. It had also taken extraordinary strength. The strength of madness? Perhaps, but a strength directed by a strong will.He shuddered to think that he had been almost within sight of the killer. A few seconds earlier, and he would have been a witness to the crime. The murderer would have been caught, or he himself would have been dead. The sound that had caught his attention had been the footsteps of the murderer, hurrying away. My cock was saying one thing and my mind was saying another. “Well, I need to think about this some,” I said, “it is quite a shock from my viewpoint.”“I understand,” Ann said, “well, the invitation is there if you decide to accept it. And please remember to keep this between us. I certainly don't want this to get out.““Of course,” I said, “I promised to keep the secret and I'm a man of my word, please don't worry about that. I really appreciate you being so open with me. I'd better go on to. I dipped it into the water, feeling it swell heavy, then wrung it over her shoulders. The water ran down and around her breasts in glistening rivulets. Again and again I wrung the hot water over her, letting it wash over her tense, tired muscles. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the rim of the tub. I lathered the bar soap in my hand, then began to massage her shoulders with it. ‘I missed talking with you at dinner,’ she said. ‘You deserved time to yourself after the plane.’ ‘It.