This seemed to go on forever, but eventually he began to speed up, fucking me with more urgency. I broke the kiss, gasping for air, moaned a few times... then begged him to do it harder. "Harder, Con honey," I panted, feeling my own orgasm growing nearer, "fuck me harder. Please honey, do it harder." He was more than willing to oblige. Suddenly he tried to withdraw. "Jeannie, I'm gotta pull out," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum....." No, no, no, don't you dare leave me," I gasped. "Let me feel you cum. "I know a hot little bitch like you wouldn't walk far to get to this piece of shit store. We're going to your place now, lead the way."He placed the gun under her shirt, aiming it directly at her spine as she led him back to her apartment while shaking in fear. As they turned the corner, they spotted a group of teenagers sitting on the porch of the building next to Rachel's. She hoped they would notice something was wrong and help her, but the smell that surrounded them indicated to her that. , an electrical consulting firm.’ Way to go, Bettina, I thought. Just throw the poor bastard under the bus and raise suspicions about him, even though he appears to have an alibi. Now everyone will wonder if he did it, and if he didn’t… how the hell does he get his reputation back, since I doubt ‘Channel Two News’ is going to do a damn thing to redeem him… Have I mentioned that I am anything but a fan of the Press? Bettina was not finished. ‘Although stretched by a shortage of Detective. If I had brought home some sort of social disease, our entire family would have been considered outcasts from the society to which we belonged.”“How does it feel now, to have Grandmom slurping your beautiful cock down to her tonsils while my daddy fucks the shit out of her?”“It feels fantastic, Darling. Won’t you give me another look at that sweet little peach you have peeking out from the hem of your short little dress?”“Oh, this little old thing? Wouldn’t you like to fuck me, Granpa? Wouldn’t.