It appears a bit of a scene and shouting match then started which the whores managed to calm him down and his wife disappeared. After a lot more beers... this was the outcome. The 3 of us struggled to move him into the bedroom, how come drunks weigh so much. The 2nd whore left, the other must have thought my apartment was now her home and stayed with my mate. I went back to my room and realised I had no pants on took my tee off and crashed.I woke when the sun came through the window and I wasn’t. What...murderer? Kidnapper? There were no ransom notes, so murder seemed likely, though there were no signs of a struggle at any of the crime sites.*Was* there a connection? So many disappearances in so short a time...there had to be! What was she missing?---Sorry, that was a lot of exposition for a sex story! You'd think I was trying to write a plot or something...I'll try to keep us on track.Demie had just killed my Dad while having sex with him on my new couch. Well, in my nightmare she had.. Yes, I was wet. The glistening there between my legs was proof.What happened next will have to wait until tomorrow. It’s late now and I am getting tired.Diary entry #144: July 5, 2011Okay, ready for more?I could not believe how wet my tiny slit was! It was also extremely pink inside.EXTREMELY!It was so pretty though. Reminded me of a soft pink rose.At the many sleepovers when me and my friends were sixteen, I remember watching my girlfriends and seeing how pink theirs were. And I also remember. I was dressed in an oversized flannel shirt that covered me just below the ass. I wore no bra or panties and the shirt was unbuttoned half way down the front. Tommy introduced me to the guests. First was Tony, then Ryan, followed by Tiny, Stud, and QB. There were a couple more but I can’t remember their names. Oh wait … there was Stan and Copper and I think Mike or Gary. Bobby checked in last at about 7:30 and to his surprise, I gave him a big hug and a deep kiss with my tongue down to his.