.No lets go up I want to take them off. To be a bit diplomatic i agreed to go up ahead of Jill to shower and get ready which i did and about 20 minute... later there was a slight knock on my door. Dressed only in a towel as I was instructed i opened the door to my Canadian lady once inside we instantly clamped onto each others lips my hands going from lifting her skirt up to undoing Jill's blouse while my towel was quickly cast aside revealing a very stiff throbbing cock which Jill slowly. Her hot breath coated my cock, her tongue twitched and squirmed as my cock pressed against it, it was almost entirely in her mouth now. I held down for a few more seconds, enjoying the feeling her wet little mouth gave me before letting go, and as I did so, she quickly slid her mouth off my cock, gasping for air. The mixture of saliva and pre-cum all over her mouth."You were choking me daddy, my throat is too small for that." She said, looking up at me. I sat still on the couch, my wet cock. "Cynthia Robinson, a local resident and wife of mogul Jonathan Robinson, was found dead late Saturday evening. The body was discovered leaning out of the passenger door of her car which was parked beneath the ramp up onto the Eads Bridge.My feet come off the desk sat up straight and put my coffee cup down. "What the hell was Cynthia doing under the Eads Bridge?" I ask out loud. There was no one in my office so I didn't get an answer. Picking up my phone I call Frank Wends, a St. Louis Police. She said it wasn't really an age thing, more of a metabolism type of deal. All I knew was that there was something jabbing my chin. "What?" I groaned, trying to pull away the aggressor."I said I put the film in the developer fluid."I felt Constance's warmth beside me and heard the rhythmic tapping of fresh blood under her skin. "Ah?" I blinked, tasting her familiar scent in the darkness, superimposed over a dozen other household smells and competing with, indeed, the harsh odor of developer.