"This is about my life, as my life really is. It isn't a place for moral qualms, 'peace in our time' or any of that. Clarice is the head of one of the...Mafia Five Families of New York, although they no longer function as a crime syndicate. More like a conglomerate." You're kidding, right?" Marian said.Kennedy gestured for Clarice to speak."You were right, Kennedy. They ambushed both teams. They're all dead. Pistol was one of the backups. They died, too." He was a good man; I'm sure they were all. Maybe seven actually.”I turned to look as I slipped my panties over my still sticky cunt and reached for my skirt. I smiled at what I saw. Rachel was just climbing onto Julie’s face and Marty was with her holding her steady. Then as Rachel started to grind her cunt onto Julie’s lips Marty straddled her tits and pulled Rachel to her. Kissing her lips and fondling her right breast while she ground her cunt against Julie’s tits. Obviously their relationship was going to be different and much more. She wrote complex murder stories, always solved by her invention, the chaotic Inspector Ruth Lender. It wasn’t unusual for her tales to include explicit sex, often of the Sapphic variety since, as Tessa always said, “That’s what I know best.”Her partner of ten years had died, tragically young, of a disease she had caught whilst travelling. She, Leonie, had been a zoologist. She had been laid to rest in the woods around Tessa’s cottage and we would go and have a picnic with her whenever weather. My skirt covered in mud, stockings ripped, heels ruined. The last guy yanked me up spun me around pulled off my wet skirt and panties and fucked me when he was done he pushed me in the mud. The group that was watching were laughing and saying all sorts of things "fuck that slut, give it to her, fucking faggot" things like that. I looked up at the group Any others come get it. One guy spit on me a few kicked me saying they would never fuck a slut like me. I got up soaking dripping wet covered in.