“You didn’t tell him what we did, did you?” “Well just that your Mom had fabulous sexy body. And that I wanted to fuck her. Then he just want...ed to see her too.” “Ok. We’ll wait until he leaves then.” We returned to the living room and Harold was eyeing her pretty good. Her legs were out of the robe as she curled them on the sofa and from the floor you would have been able to see right up there. Harold was way slumped over and I knew he was trying for a peek. She was closing her eyes now as. He took my hands and said if we were going to do this we would do it right. He then pulled out several ropes form the bag and went about binding my wrists behind my back. He then undid by bra and removed it, which was strange because he had never removed it completely before. Then with another rope he wrapped it around my chest and forearms pulling tight making sure that the ropes around my chest went above and below my breast area. Next he took another rope and worked that behind my back and. His eyes glazed. He wasn’t grabbing at her, more like fondling. But his cock was still rock hard inside her.She was about to kiss him when he pulled away suddenly and stood up, tore the rubber off, and let his cum spray onto her breasts.She sat there, chest heaving, looking up at him. He wasn’t looking at her.Silver was trying to get on her lap.There was a box of tissue on the table next to the sofa. She pulled a few sheets to clean herself. “That was so fun,” she said.She stood up, holding. ’ ‘What if the police find it?’ ‘Why should they?’ ‘I don’t know….what if they search the cottage and find it.’ ‘Why should they search the cottage? You’re not a suspect.’ Looking up at him with her tear stained face she said, ‘But you are. For the murder.’ ‘Mmm….’ Hugging him tight she told him, ‘Oh Michael I’m so sorry you got pulled into this mess…you don’t deserve it…being a suspect in a murder you didn’t commit and the one thing that can connect you to McMasters is sitting upstairs in my.