***By late afternoon, Lessa had made several friends. The five of them wereplaying a game of follow-the-leader crossing and re-crossing the shallow en...dof the pool on the backs of a row of heavy-duty plastic tortoises. It wasLessa's turn to lead, and she was crossing using steps she remembered fromthe Monty Python "Silly Walks" sketch. The other girls were laughing sohard at how she was walking that they were having trouble memorizing thesteps for when it would be their turns."Lessa!" Her. ..slowly, he inserted one finger in her tight, hot asshole....at the same time, putting his tongue and lips back on that hot, hard clit. This was just about all she could handle....he knew she was going to explode.....so he stopped!“I don’t want you to cum yet, baby” As he stood up, his cock now bigger and harder than it had been in years, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She was eye level with his cock and didn’t waste any time swallowing it. She wrapped her hands around it and pushed. His throat had been crushed in a bar bell accident. Bail had been denied; he had been in lockup for just two weeks. His wife Sofia died of a drug overdose although there was no previous evidence of drug use just four weeks earlier.Her autopsy was sealed for reasons unknown. Most likely it was to leave the detectives bargaining room if they ever found suspects to ply them for real information, or else someone in the department was covering their ass. Burt was able to back-door a copy of it from. Rhys stepped a little closer to Matt, but not too close than was publicly decent. “Do you know who I am?” He growled. “Y-yes. You’re my mate.” Matt answered. Rhys nodded, almost shaking with the need to claim Matt. If he didn’t leave with the smaller man soon, he was in serious danger of exposing them all. “I will be able to leave in an hour, I want you to come home with me.” Rhys said through clenched teeth. “Yes.” He tried breathing through his mouth but that didn’t help. Now he could almost.