It would be far better to just let sleeping dogs lay and just assemble the forensic evidence against Max the kidnapper. It was lucky for him that the ...olice were not pursuing the sexual abuse charges because there were probably dozens of cases of assaulted females that would tie into his proximity and the methods he used to subdue his victims. One of his mistakes was to constantly refer to his prey as,"My pretty little bird!"A lot of the women remembered that phrase and reported it in their. That sweet aroma of warm wet pussy, intoxicating as always, filled the air, I will never forget it. I found myself staring at a very light patch of fluffy hair, and two dripping and swollen pink lips. It was all just too much. without a touch my dick began to spew forth seed in abundance onto her feet and the knickers now laid round her ankles, embarrassment was not in it, it was terrible that feeling of euphoria mixed with the horror of having covered this wonderful girl and her clothes with. She had her own plans for this night. He would stay close to the door and answer every ring of the doorbell. She didn’t mind; it was a subtler form of bondage.By the time she was back dressed in one of his old shirts and an old skirt, another crew was at the door. “It’s green!” a voice screamed from the porch. It sounded like a mother, rather than a child. There were shrieks of laughter and then a clatter of small shoes on the steps.“See?” he asked. Somebody had noticed his green arm. He, she. It was the love of sisters, the deep, affectionate friendship that endures. She put her hands on my shoulders and then her words hit me like a blow in the stomach. ‘You know, I have always wondered…..’ I don’t know how anger affects you. I’m not even sure it was anger but before she could breath another word, I stood back and a torrent of words came out of me, unbidden, unthought, unwise. ‘Don’t you bloody dare do this to me, not tonight. Don’t you know how often when we have kissed I have.