I asked Cathy if she knew where there were any legal papers and she told me that her parents had a small file cabinet where every thing was stored. I ...went through the file and extracted anything I could find related to Cathy or her mom. We ended up with the better part of a file box full which I sequestered in my basement safe. The bail bondsman had come by to see what we were removing from the house. I explained the situation to him and told him what we had removed. One thing I did not mention. Val refused to turn face up. I took my time applying and swirling the cream into their pores. As I applied it to each plump, flattened glut, I pulled aside the central scrap that was buried in each deep crack and rubbed cream into each tempting fissure, Sue's first so Val could see me do it safely. She watched me pull first Sue's bikini bottom aside, then down an inch and push her legs apart to get cream onto her most delicate labia and then onto her supple, tinted, wrinkled hole. Perhaps in. Back then I must've been feeling insecure about Carol, or something, because I'd been reluctant to do anything about it. These days I'd definitely enjoy it, but the problem was that there was no way Julia could dress slutty. Carol had the figure to do it fantastically, plus she gets a kick out of exposing herself under the right circumstances. Those comments apply at half-strength to Ava, plus I'd just seen that Savannah could make it work with her figure so Ava would be able to. But Julia. I picture her begging me to stop inserting ice into her as I watch the sun begin to come up.As I sit down I turn down the volume slightly just in time to hear the springs of the bed sag as weight bears up on it. Then I hear nothing. Nothing as the song ends and an Oasis song starts and then eventually ends. My lust for her begins reshaping itself into a bloodthirsty animal. As the Rolling Stones “Spider and the Fly” starts up, I do finally hear her moan. She means to moan softly, but she does.