The warm night air hit my naked body. She bought it. She really bought it. Kelly believed my story. I made that shit up as I went along. My eyes te...red up, nose was running. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “Trent,” I whispered, wiping my watering eyes. “You piece of shit!”I thought back to the night I caught him in bed with another woman. His big, white, beautiful, mushroom cockhead being worked on in a 69-position. I remember he sat up, pushing the woman’s pussy off his face. . .this can't be." I'm sorry but it is all true. When you finally got to the hospital, wedid all we could but your privates, all of it, was completely gone." What do you mean finally?" When Rachel got there the next day you were not there. She got therelate and went to bed. When She woke and found you were still not homeshe knew something must have been wrong. She called 911 and there was asearch for you." I'm so sorry," Rachel said as she ran from the room."One of the police found the skid marks. I reached down, felt the hard bulge in his trousers, and fought to release his zipper, then had to struggle again to drag a lovely, stiff cock over the waistband of his boxers. He moaned with pleasure when I had his rampant length in my hand, then it was the most natural thing in the world to drop to my knees, and take the very tip of his engorged weapon into my lips, licking the crown with my tongue. ‘Oh yes, Elise!’ he said, his hands in my hair, and I slid his entire length deep into my. And he had run off before anything more could occur. Shehad not seen his member. Just as well. When she tuggedhis trousers down it had been covered by a thin pair oflinen drawers and a long shirtfront, so that she hadbriefly glimpsed a mass of soft tumescent flesh wobblingunder the linen as he turned to flee. That was all.She didn’t think it would make much of a story to tellagainst her. She thought she had jabbed him in thethigh. She looked to see if there was blood. She didn’twant.