As I slide my hand along the smoothness of my freshly shaved lips, my wetness seeps out around my fingers, coating them with my sweet nectar. I bring ...y fingers to my lips tasting my desire, how I wish I could offer it to you. With slow urgency I part the silky petals of my smooth shaven lips, the wetness flowing from my inflamed pussy like hot lava flowing from the mouth of a volcano on the verge of erupting. My finger strokes my engorged clit sending hot flames of pleasure licking thru the. The man sitting next to me looks into the opening where I have let the zipper rest far down between my breasts. My pussy is wet with anticipation.When I get to the hotel, William opens the door, and smiles at me. When he has kissed me, he looks in my eyes and says, "Strip." I pull the zipper down to the bottom and let the whole thing fall on the floor. "Fuck me," I say.It is a suite, and I go to the table in the corner of the living room and sit on it, spreading my legs. He comes and stands in. “Not yet,” answered the pretty young deputy.“The body is completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing in sight and nothing else I could find except a couple of broken limbs on that spruce behind you, some drag marks in the pine needles and with this gravel road we arenʼt going to get any tire tracks. Nothing that I found is going to tell us much, Iʼm afraid.”“Okay. Dave, anything else?”
“Not for the moment. As I said, Iʼll know more when I can examine her more closely. Iʼve got some help. Everyone who knew Mary and Jeffery Healy thought they were happily married. And everyone was wrong. One morning Jeff decided to do something about it. In itself the cause was nothing. At the breakfast table, where Mary was surfing the web on her iPad, Jeff asked her to pass him the jam. Without even raising her eyes, she did so and scowled, fleetingly, at the interruption. That, said Jeff to himself, is it. They had been married nine years. He was thirty-five. She.