He kissed his way down to my breasts, he loved the large and plump breasts I had. He sucked, and occasionally, bit each one. The sensation was almost ...o much. He slid his hand into my pussy, and that's when I came. "Oh! Oh my God! Fuck me!" He jammed his fingers just a little deeper before he pulled them out. After I came down a bit from my orgasm, he kissed his way down, he gently kissed my stomach, down my side, on my hip, my thigh, and finally made it to my pussy. I sighed deep, as he licked. With some of the killers I’d written about, it was an ego thing. Others, maybe it was a sense of remorse or guilt. Who knows what would draw Alex Dixon back here. Couldn’t blame him if he didn’t come back, though. The local police and media had given him a really hard time. I wondered if his parents still lived in the two-storey brick house with the Victorian veranda at 220 Adair Street. I wondered if they still kept in touch with him secretly and knew where he was but had never said. I’d pay. A nice handful with little erect pink nipples that where as hard as beach pebbles. Speaking of hard, Kale’s cock was growing big and full and throbbed lightly. Her hand fluttered over it several times as they touched and he lay on his back when she started to take his boxers all the way off. She wiggled out of her blue plaid underwear and straddled one of his thighs. Their naked bodies were dotted with the bright stars as she moved around on him erotically and exaggeratedly she took his dick in. I had the cab pull up next to my car and got in and told the cabby to drive around for fifteen minutes and then take me back to my car.They were gone. I got in my car and drove home. I was royally pissed. I decided to do something that I never wanted to do. I wrote a nasty letter and sent a copy to each of them.... Dear Professor Chambers and Miss Winston;As I demonstrated today, I will not play games. I tried being polite and not disturb your conversation when I arrived in your office..