"Now tell me what happened?" Antonelli requested."I can show you if you'll permit it?" I said.Antonelli frowned then nodded as I went over and touched...his forehead and transferred my record of the events."Oh, this is not good," he muttered."May I be permitted to share?" asked Bryce, who seemed to have mellowed a great deal since we'd last met.At Antonelli's nod I passed the record on to him and watched him turn pale."They aren't dead," he said in tones barely above a whisper."What?" asked. Sensing I was about to cum, she pulled it out of her mouth and let me cum all over her face. As my seed rolled down her face, she tenderely licked it into her mouth, savoring my sweetness.I took her up into my arms and carried her to the bedroom, planting deep kisses on her mouth, tasting myself on her. I layed her down on the bed and began tracing her curves with my tongue, till I arrived between her legs. I could tell she was excited, her lips already glistening. I traced the outline of her. "You don't have to worry about it anymore. It's over mom, he's gone."She cried even harder now. "Yes, because I killed him. I'm a murderer, I'm nothing more than a murderer." No mom, you're not. You're not a murderer. You're a wonderful human being who just protected her daughter.You're not to blame, he's, a ... an ... a****l that's what he is."She wouldn't stop and shook her head. "No, it is true. I can feel it, I feel his blood on my hands, on my body."I cried now too. I touched her face, she. She was shy at first, but her bubbly sass and cheek, that she had hinted at during our first few terran-months together, soon came delightfully to the surface and, during our flight home, eased us both into a comfortable relationship, although each of us was unable to broach the subject of our impeding nuptials that were inevitable but as yet unscheduled.I knew that I had to be completely honest with Velda about my behaviour over the past three years, not only at a physical level, but my.