She felt a warm sticky moisture oozing from the tightly puckered slit of her pussy. She was afraid that Professor Wells would lose respect for her if ...she didn't regain control, but she simply couldn't remember how to act. Then, in desperation, she blurted, "Tell me, Henry; what was it you wanted to discuss with me?" This isn't going to be pleasant, my dear," Henry said, his voice becoming somber. He pulled his arm from around Karen's shoulders and sat straight up. "In fact, I think it might be. It was about then that I received a message from a friend, saying how there's been a fourth murder - that of a student who found the third victim. Police suspect that the killer was hiding in one of the bathroom stalls, and that the student, after taking a photo, somehow saw him, screamed, and ran; but the killer chased him all the way to the roof of the school, before gutting him like a fish, and slitting his throat. She even attached a picture of the student at the bottom of the message. It. She wished she could cum with him at that very moment, but she couldn't... she couldn't just yet... almost, but not quite. Oooohhhh! Her eyes closed and all the time he was cumming inside her, her mouth worked and quivered and her neck strained as she forced her head tightly against the ground with the intensity of her passion... And then, panting heavily, his strong, muscular body collapsed on top of her while she continued to hold and caress him as she lay there beneath him, neither of then. I was sitting on the computer surfing the web when my wife walks in and askes exactly what did I tell Jeff and the rest of the guys about her lingerie. Laughing I told her briefly asking what happened? My wife tells me her and two of her girl friends stopped by our favorite bar for a drink after the movie and Jeff was there. I listen interested in what happened next as Sharon proceeds to tell me Jeff joked around making some comment about all her bra`s and panties. At first I was not sure if my.