I take a deep breath and venture inside. The aroma is overpowering. I can feel my cunt getting wet from just the fragrance. This is old world stuff. R...ch, elegant, charming. The hardwood floors remind me of the old hardware stores with the pot bellied stoves and old men sitting by them playing checkers. Boots, shoes, sandals, belts. You name it, this place has it. No cheap knock off, imitation leather here. This is the real deal. The price tags confirm it. At the counter two distinguished males. Josh kept the steam up; after half a mile, there was a place where he could look back a bit further than elsewhere. Tiffany wasn't close; at least not within a hundred yards or so. But then, maybe she just wanted to drop back to the point where she was barely in contact, just like Josh had planned.Unknown to Josh, things weren't "OK" with Tiffany. Things had gone fine for most of the first hour, and, also unknown to Josh, she'd worked out the same strategy -- a single stop, maybe a quickie. If today was to be her arse day, he was going to give her arse his full attention. Kelly had discovered many new things that she liked during her time with Trevor and one of them was having a tongue in her arse crack.As he licked up and down her crack she closed her eyes and savoured the sensations as her cunt got wetter and wetter. On his gentle instruction, she bent over and his tongue was now around her arse hole which was another delight that she had recently discovered. Her body was. “I thought you were private.”“I am. Mostly. But I do some consultations when ... when they ask me to. Now the Anaheim killing was a single thrust, then the killer gutted upward.”“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t the same perp who did my guy. Bar fights have different dynamics. Lots of variables — amount of booze and drugs, size, anger ... hell, phase of the moon with some of those crazies.”“Many killings around here?”“In Ft. Payne? No. The population is only about 15,000. Going back to 2002 ... let’s.