Maybe, he thought as he let a swallow of cold beer slide down his throat, I can bring it up a little this weekend, not let it get too deep, let it see...m natural. They'd had a series of busy weekends, mostly bike riding back in June, then preparing for the Maple Leaf, and then the four weekends attending the renaissance faire in July. Next weekend, the two of them were going to take off for a fast trip to the eastern tip of West Virginia to meet up with Duane for an afternoon and evening.Kevin. Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Bourbon?”“I’m good, thanks,” I said, wanting to get down to business and find out what she could tell me about the night of the murder. However, I also wanted to be able to conduct the interview without her hard nipples staring me in the face.“Ah, perhaps you’d like a moment to put on some clothes? Or even a robe?” I suggested.“Jeez, Detective Balls, we’re both females,” she said, looking mildly annoyed.I said nothing, just looked around at the. Her white dress was becoming dusty and it was a little hard to breathe, but she continued on. She made it to the dark river and frozen, unsure how to go about it. The river seemed to wrap around the entire area that she was in, she couldn’t see the end on either side. It went on forever, through the entire Underworld. She took a few steps into the mud there, letting her ankles seep in before tentatively continuing. Each step, it became harder and harder to keep moving. She hadn’t even made it. I will never forget that number because it was the day my whole life changed. Once in the room Derek push Jane down to her knees and told her to take out his cock. I just slid over to the side of the room and sat in a chair. It was like I wasn't even there. It was the first time I had even seen a black man's cock and to me it looked enormous. Looking back he was probably a good 9 inches. Derek grabbed his prick and began slapping it on Jane's face and talking nasty to her. I was getting a bit.