" Mr. Ritter, I never believed my dad was going to kill my mother. He told us a few times that he would never do it, but now I'm not sure. Do you know..." To be honest with you, your dad said he would never kill her but even with the bruises, I believe him. Why would he admit to so many murders and not that attempted one? Doesn't make any sense. If I find out for sure, I'll be sure to let you know."I put on a pair of plastic gloves and I quickly glanced through the driver's licenses, recognizing. She was wet all over, her ass checks were shinning; even her brown eye had a sparkle to it. Her pussy was dripping wet but I knew that once I began this time I was not going to stop for anything, so I squeezed some lube on the split of her ass and it ran down over her anus all the way to her pussy. I put some lube on my cock as well and pointed the big mushroom head of my penis at her cunt. She felt me at the entrance and started rocking her ass back to get as much as she could. I gave it to. So she could walk freelyin drugstores, department stores, and salons. She could easily findthose things Lenny could find only with difficulty. She often took Lennywith her. In the drugstores, they handled every item together, with aconstant flow of conversation. In department stores, he seldom spoke.She constantly queried his face, buying only what he wanted. In thesalons, she bade him sit and watch her beauty treatments, explaining hispresence simply with: "My boyfriend likes to watch me get. The flight attendant Allison was there."May I show you how to operate the equipment?" It's different that a regular toilet?" I'll show you." She motioned for me to enter and she followed, shutting and locking the door."You lift the lid, like so, and sit down." She seemed to expect me to do this so I pulled up my dress and sat down on the tiolet. She noticed that I made no effort to pull down my panties."You don't wear panties?" I looked at her as she said this and noticed she was flushed; her.