It was perhaps 9:30am when the police officers walked into my office trailer complex and sought to question me. Where was I between the hours of six a...d midnight” Who were my witnesses? Did I know Jack Pranz? And on and on . As the lunch time approached, I suggested that we adjourn to the nearby restaurant for lunch and the officers complied. Of course, I was at home with my wife and kids during the hours in question and they were all a witness. No, I never met Jack Pranz. When he asked if. Gasping from the effort of holding her body up with her wounded stomach muscles and the effects of blood filling her insides, she gazed up at Jake, holding her gun up.“It stopped shooting,” she panted. “Did I break it?” Jake grinned down at the sexy, bloodied goddess kneeling on the ground in front of him. His cock was so hard he was sure it would burst.“It’s empty,” he told her, barely able to form words through his horniness. “You have to reload.”Annalisa frowned for a moment, not having the. What really bothered me though was than when she returned it was usually two or three days before she wanted to have sex with me. Of course since I had not had any during the week she was gone I was horny and wanted some the minute she walked into the house. We had several spirited discussions over her lack of interest upon returning from her meetings. She would cry and tell me she was horny too but she was just so exhausted she only wanted to unwind and sleep when she got home. I would accept. In all the time they were together Anne never once asked me when it was time for Bristoll to spend the night, never once asked me what this was all about. Neither did my father and Connie or Morrie and Julie, all of whom had learned to trust my good sense and judgement. They trusted me to tell them what this was all about when the time was right. Of course a lot of that trust was due to my brother, but I didn't care, especially where Connie, Morrie and Julie were concerned. My father of course.