My balls were churning. I managed to wait until she had only the head of my prick in her mouth, then gripped her by the head and stopped her movement.... Her tongue kept swirling on the underside of my prick's head and I rewarded her efforts by grunting and giving her a mouthful of spunk. I shot four or five thick ropes, feeling her swallow greedily each time, groaned in relief, and then she continued sucking my cock to drain the remainder.From the master bedroom down the hall, I heard my wife's. Now, I don’t know if I’m coming or going. Well I know she is coming, constantly. I’ve had to change the batteries three times this week already and it’s only Thursday. She hasn’t left the house in weeks, my only hope is she’ll run out of batteries. She’s even stopped getting dressed. I’m there with her mobile phone, dumped on the desk, within easy reach. She pretends to do a few minutes work, then I hear the click click click as she logs into one of the numerous sites she’s been on constantly. Collette was a sophomore while Patty was a freshman at the four year high school.They had gotten to know each other a little bit while attending Loyal Reality's games together the past few years. When they were asked to choose partners for the class, Patty was pleased that Collette sought her out.Collette was taller than Patty and more muscular, as she was a multi-sport athlete. Currently it was volleyball season, and Collette had several times asked Patty to come watch a game, but so far it. ”“Damn, who would have thought?” breathed Brad.“More importantly, who would have done this?” responded Linda.“What else can you tell us, Doc?”“The torture wounds are primarily burns, looks like from a cigarette, bruises of the face from slaps and punches, the nipples on her breasts are distended, probably some type of sadistic nipple clamps, slashes, a box cutter Iʼd say. You can see what he did to her face. Her fingers and toes have been crushed, heavy electricianʼs pliers would be my guess.