..”He went on but I checked out after he confirmed that Hazel was dead. It made no difference to me who, or why she was killed. It was enough to kno...w that she was no longer sharing the earth with the rest of us. The pain in my head increased, as did the noise caused by the elevated blood pressure.Fred finally gave up and retook his seat. There was so little to say after all the drama and stress took their toll on us. Our pilot wisely kept the curtain closed and left us alone as the little jet. She had a glance of the woman’s face, lovely in it’s focused work, her hair cascading and her lips wrapped around his shaft. The sense of danger and sexual thrill mounted. She grinned foolishly, mouthed the words “Thank You” to him and ducked into her balcony. She heard a suppressed roar come from the man next door as she disappeared, and imagined an answering slurpy moan from the woman. The sound of them finishing made her even wetter. She felt embarrassed but thrilled for being caught. The snow was falling gently, the wind was light almost non-existent as two vigilantes keep a silent watch together over their fair city. Brockton used to be a nice city, it was once the ‘Shoe Capitol of the World’. The City of Champions, as its downtrodden citizens called it. Brockton was the birthplace of boxing champions Rocky Marciano and Marvin Hagler. It seemed to everyone living in the towns adjacent to Brockton that fighting was all Brockton was good for. Times change, no matter where. What he would have done, I don’t know but I wanted IT so bad!On Wednesday, I was all prepared, before leaving work I went to the loo and removed my bra, just leaving my shirt. As I walked to the bus stop my tits jiggled, my nipples rubbing against the smooth fabric, my pussy already felt damp. I got on the bus and spotted him, result! I made my way to the top deck, got myself comfortable on the back seat and undid a couple of buttons. From his height looking down at me, it would give him a.