Nichole saw me out of the corner of her eye as she opened her mouth, and a thick, viscous streamer of steaming uterine leavings filled it at once. Ni...chole was in a frenzy of lust as she looked sideways at me and gulped it all down. She grinned just slightly as she opened again for another mouthful, and Cynthia was screaming and bumping up and down, and continued to shoot her inner cream for another thirty seconds.When she was finished they both lay there motionless. Nichole's mouth was partly. "Not a bad idea, but I'm not carrying a gun for a good reason. I don't want to shoot anyone." Neither do we," Davis said after getting back up. "Your way is far better." She looked at Marks. "If we could just touch people and put them to sleep, our jobs would be so much easier."Law stepped out from the corner. "Agreed." I didn't think he was referring to policing areas, but then again he may have been.I agreed too. There would be fewer accidental deaths. Police, Feds, and Military units could. "Wow!" he gasped. "Bobby, hey, Bobby! She's got lipstick on it, on her asshole!"Bobby considered the lewd subject of his mother's shitter smeared with lipstick. Somehow, that seemed kinkier then her suggestion that Scott fuck her asshole."You knew this was gonna happen!" Bobby said accusingly, looking into her smiling face."I wasn't really sure, but I was hoping," Judy replied. "That's why I dressed so sexy, and let you get in bed with me."Scott looked and looked at the raw, quivering red. She sat at the desk and I told her to bring up my website and watch some of our videos we had posted. Barbara typed the web site address in and up came a new video of my playing a soccer mom and bringing home the" coach" of the opposing team to let him fuck me in front of my husband. It got awesome reviews. Barb as she told me she wanted to be called stared onto the screen watching me getting fucked in the ass by the soccer "coach" who was actually Johns best friend Dennis. I was on my hands.