In fact, our little flower garden by the driveway was Melissa's handiwork. While Charlotte could be seen as a sophisticated woman, Melissa was sort of...the dutiful housewife type that would make sure the fridge is always stock and the laundry always done. The fact that she's slightly shorter than both Charlotte and my mom made her all the more cute and harmless.She had a dirty blond hair that was slightly bleached due to overexposure to sunlight. She had rosy cheeks and her face was adorned with. But what startled him the most was the fact that an arm was hanging in front of the bent door, the fingers curved like eagle's claws. A head was sticking out of the broken side window; young woman's head, because the hair, tangled into the corrugated doorframe, was long, pearlblond in color.The man got closer and took out his phone, dialing 911. However he had serious doubts if an ambulance will appear soon at such a remote place.The man was working at a funeral home and was accustomed to ugly. Maybe she was alone, but she was helpless as well. She could only lie there and wait. A cold crept into her body from the surface she was laid upon; it felt like a concrete floor.Her loneliness didn’t last long: soon she heard the footsteps again. They moved closer and closer, and then the man unzipped the bag and shook her out of it like a piece of meat. Invisible hands began to untie her straps one by one. The man rolled her up and down without even thinking that she might get hurt somehow,. She then pulled her cum soaked lips to the side and started looking at the amount of cum running out and onto the ground. When most had drained out she rubbed her finger through the last drops then up to her mouth. She licked her fingers then went back for more” I give pretty good blow jobs” she said with a grin. She cupped my balls “well I think I need to clean you up” she said then dropped to her knees. “I need to keep you around,” I said, placing my hand on her head as she licked up and.