Her back arched with her breasts thrust upward, the expression on her face pure joy as she experiences her first breath. A rising spirit. A burst of s...unlight through the upper clouds that highlights the slight mound at her sex, then tapers to legs that have not yet fully emerged.The lover with a hand raised, the spirit’s hand emerging from it as she ascends, is no less in climax than she.Climax. Yes. Not death, but the little death. The moment when the spirit transcends the mortal and two. "We're sending a car to your address, thank you Mr. Beaker." Jarvis said and as he hung up I heard him say, " ... I trust him and I know..." before the line went dead.There was no mistaking the vehicle that was sent, blue lights flashing and a siren blazing away, the car screeched to a halt outside where I was standing. A policeman opened his window, "Are you Beaker?" he asked and when I nodded he gestured to the passenger door, "get in and belt up." (No he wasn't asking me to be quiet. Ever so slowly she slid down onto it, emitting a satisfying grunt as she was finally impaled on his full length. She began to rock back and forth, sliding up a couple of inches and back down, grinding her clit against his pubes.Jason reached around and put his hands on her ass. She had always had a good ass, but ever since pregnancy it had gotten fuller and he grabbed a fleshy cheek with each hand. As she lifted up for the next thrust, he pulled her down onto his cock.“Oh honey, you like it. ’I checked the email expecting a personal email. Instead it was a veritable list of the who’s who of Henrico County Virginia. It detailed the cops, DA’s, Public defenders, and even judges, who had been involved with three or more of the missing prisoners. The links went back almost the whole ten years since the New Sheriff’s election. The lower branches on the tree held the names of people who at least should have known what was going on. Those were the names of those people who at least.