They aren't worth burying. Thug number one's cock is still hanging out of his pants. That reminded me that there might be DNA evidence on his cock and...the bite marks on his cock would no doubt draw their attention to that area of his body. I remembered seeing a pint bottle of whiskey on the floor of the Suburban when I was dragging his body out. I went and looked. It still had a few shots in it. I poured it on the bastard's limp cock and hoped that would be sufficient. I know I can't bring. She felt histesticles tense and the warm sensation as his sperm shot deep within herarse, searing her anal g-spot, sending her into paroxysms of joy. Hernipples sent spasms of joy through her body simply by the expediency ofher rubbing against the sofa material. Jacob withdrew from inside her andsaid that he had to go. He wanted to know if he could come back again andJosephine reached upwards, capturing his face in her hands and pulled himdown towards her. She kissed him with such passion, that. " When he returned with our drinks Joan reached up for them and brushed the back of her hand on his cock. He didn't seem surprised. In the background some reggae music was playing. He was swaying to the music and playfully touching his cock.Joan asked, "What's your name?".He said, "James".I Introduced us. "I'm Dick and this is my wife Joan".He asked if we were going to the party tonight, the theme was naughty schoolgirl. I said, "{t sounds like a good time." James smiled and went back to. )I looked around just as 4 of the guys came up and bungied my knees and ankles tightly together. In those tight jeans the butterfly was pushed tightly against my clit. Then hubby turned it on.I was on display, drunk, horney, tits being mechanically sucked, and pussy and clit being vibrated.All seven of them sat in front of me in a circle drinking beer, watching to see what I would do. They wanted to see me go through an orgasm, just watching. Me sitting there with my tits and crotch humming,.