My room is typical of an eighteen year old girl living at home, some soft toys remain on shelves but otherwise the room is dominated by book shelves. ...he mirror across the room reflects us, Tom naked and I still fully dressed. He must notice this as instantly, his arm closes around my waist and his lips descend onto my neck. I lean back against his hard chest with a soft moan as his lips make me dizzy. Feeling his fingers on my dress, he gently unzips it so that it falls into a red satin pool. How I wanted to kiss them and rub them and nestle my face in them!Malathi walked over to the door and shut it and locked it. She turned off the lights. “It will look as if no one is in here, and we have enough light from the windows. The security guy never gets here until after six o’clock.”She stood in front of me. “Stand up,” she commanded. I did so silently, and Malathi began to unbutton my blouse. I reached over and started to unbutton the front hooks of her blouse. My blouse was fully. She had neverperformed oral sex on anyone but her husband, Mike.As Veronica slowly lower her mouth down she felt a handon the back of her head shoving her completing down. Thehard cock went all the way down the back of her throatand she struggled to breath as her head was grabbed onboth sides and raise up and down the full length of hiscock.Finally she felt his cock grow large in his mouth. Sheknew what was happening, Mike would also pull out of hermouth, but not this time as her tormentor. My mother shook her head. ‘No she didn’t. She took the blame for her problems.’ Mr. Palestine stopped pacing with his back to my mother. ‘She never told you she blamed Ms. Rodriguez?’ Again my mother shook her head. ‘No.’ Mr. Palestine seemed to consider this. ‘I have no further questions your honor.’ He moved back to his seat. ‘Mr. Wallace?’ Mr. Wallace stood up, and then moved towards the witness stand. ‘Mrs. Daniels, do you believe your daughter killed Ms. Rodriguez?’ My mother shook her.