I left them there and looked up startled with the envelope open. ‘Go ahead and sniff them, perv.’ That text was a shot straight to my dick.I put...the envelope up to my face with her watching in her mirror and pulled the panties just barely out and sniffed them.‘Nice, huh? Thanks for the flowers, perv. I like flowers. They cover a multitude of sins. Apology accepted.’ She crossed her legs and flashed for the smallest instant, her pussy, but I didn’t get a good look. She answered the phone. Ragnar had no responsibilities and spent most of his time training and sparring with some of the better sword fighters. None were in his league but he used the time to train up some of the more promising ones. He ended up creating a cadre of sorts of the best sword fighters who began to train the others as well as appointed themselves his personal guard. No matter where he went, a number of them followed along. They even had the blacksmiths make them black armor so they were recognized as above. "Hello?" Hello. Is this Muriel Wilson?" asked a kind sounding voice."Yes, this is Muriel." Ms. Wilson, my name is Ron Harris, and I'm a detective with the Columbia Police Department. I'm calling about the 911 call you made earlier this evening. Do you have time for me to ask you a few questions about it?" I certainly do!" she replied enthusiastically. "I had hoped to talk with the police when they arrived, but they came and went so fast that I didn't have a chance. I have the license plate. Pushing up on one knee, he angled the stiff shaft of his cock between her spread thighs and hunched forward. The ease with which it filled her took away any control that he might have had.He crawled up against her, pulling her ass up off the bed. Pumping hard and fast, he stared down into the mossy green of her eyes. She snarled, but didn't try to push him off. Watching his face, feeling the slam of each thrust, made her body quiver with a need she hadn't felt in a long time. The harder he.