I knew from experience that Jo was all too happy to swallow, but that wasn't really what I had in mind. Gasping as my cock started to throb, I reached...down to entwine my fingers in her long hair, pulling her off me quite roughly. She gave a small cry of pain as I yanked her into a sitting position, then gave me another one of those lingering looks, equal parts tenderness and super-vixen. Her long hair fantastically tousled, she placed her hands on my chest, nails digging into my pectorals as. I want her to bury this theory that Silvia or I had something to do with it," she said.Peter decided he didn't like Ada, but he couldn't see her as the killer. Still there was the mama grizzly possibility. She would lie and probably go a lot farther if she thought she was protecting her daughter.Peter felt that it was most likely going to be a messy investigation. All murder investigations got messy. Unless the killer was a psychopath, there were all sorts of crap involved. He wondered how well. Her long muscular legs were adorned with black fishnet stockings, at the end of which were a pair of six-inch black stiletto heeled pumps. Her hands rested seductively on her hips. As she threw her head back in anticipation of another triumph, Stephen could see a very long cigarette dangling from her full lips. Her heels clicked as she strutted her way toward him. "Hi there, big boy! Got a light?" she cooed as the cigarette bobbed up and down in her mouth. She threw a lighter down on the bed. Not illegal, but politically incorrect and decidedly immoral.Women's Liberation Groups were known to blackball colleagues and associates who were married ... to a man, that is. They were accused of 'sleeping with the enemy.' Fem-terrorist conferences went so far as to expel their own lib-sisters if it was discovered they were dating guys. That was called 'fraternizing with the foe.'What this radical, exclusive and judgmental approach did to some vulnerable and impressionable women was sad.