Then he pushed her head down until her forehead now touched the table. Using the same two fingers he entered her pussy again. She was sopping wet. Tim...made sure to get his fingers drenched by actually scooping up some of her creamy juices to thoroughly coat his fingers. Next, he pulled his fingers out and pressed them against her rosebud. The sound of her gasp was priceless. This did not deter him. Tim began to press against the entrance to her ass as though he were oblivious to any reaction. He looked at Kennedy. "And Pipes? The old man? If you had killed the old man's grandson, you would be dead now." He told Pipes to take a shot, the first time he could. Pipes didn't know Dwight wasn't Dwight any more." Dwight wasn't Dwight?" Detective Harrison asked, clearly confused."Detective Harrison," Kennedy told him, "you've earned the truth. But I assure you, you'd be better off this morning watching football." Dwight Evans was here? And you killed him? And the old man hasn't sent his. “I... I don’t... know... Sir...” “You do... you do!” “Yes... yes... Sir... it is b-better...” Havers fingers began to move faster. He concentrated on the clitoris, but from time to time slid his finger up and down, parting the sex lips, as if her were slicing a ripe peach. “I told you you were a naughty girl, didn’t I?” “Yes... yes... Sir...” “You shouldn’t really let me be doing this, you know. It’s only because you’re naughty that you are.” “Yes... Sir... y-yes...” “Oh you naughty.... “Turn around,” she said, then undid my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. “You won’t need these, either,” she added, dragging my wet knickers to my ankles. I stepped out my clothes, bent to pick them up and tossed them onto the opposite bench. “Good girl, that’s the idea,” she said, grasping my hips and easing me down onto her lap.Victor stood in front of me and watched as Marilyn cupped my breasts and jiggled them. “What are you doing?” I squeaked. No woman had played with my tits.“Just keep.