Lifting her two shining digits to her nose, she inhaled deeply, obviously enjoying the rich scent of herself mixed with the slightly bleachy smell of ...perm. She sucked her ring finger into her mouth, cleaning the heady mixture off before insinuating her middle finger between my lips. “Now it’s your turn.” she whispered. I looked at her, quizzically. “It’s your turn to clean me up!” she said, more sharply, this time. About to object, I realized from the tone of voice, that the matter was not up. "I spoke up. "Detective, what's all this about?" Mr. Charles, we have reason to believe that John MacPherson's death was not a suicide. And we have evidence implicating Ted Daley. We're trying to ascertain whether or not it was a conspiracy between Elizabeth MacPherson and Daley or whether he acted alone."Stacie looked as though she were about to faint. "Oh God no! Mum wouldn't have done anything like that. She loved Daddy. I know she did."Lake paused for a moment. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said,. Béla couldn’t tell what his condition was, but his clothes were scorched and smoking. She thought it was strange that she could see so well in the darkness surrounding her. Two soldiers began spraying her flaming car with foam. She rose higher and it occurred to her that she seemed to be part of the smoke from her own flaming body. Then her sense of time kicked back in. The entire episode had occurred in less than a single minute.Béla looked around, wondering where she was going. 'My God! I. "Ungh!!! Oh . . . GOD . . . I fucking . . . love it . . ." I finally got out, between mouthfuls of Clay's cock as it came up between my tits."Looks like this slut needs to be fucked . . ." mused Eric as he put my legs on his shoulders, and drove his cock deep inside me."OH FUCKING GOD YES!!!!!!!!! I screamed as Eric pounded me repeatedly, fucking me silly while his brother continued to tittyfuck me. I wanted nothing more than for these two studs to keep doing what they were doing, not giving a.