"Am I wrong?" she teased."No you're not wrong" I assured her calmly, holding her flaming red tresses tightly as I bent to return the kiss on her uptur...ed nose before straining a handful of soap through my fingers to let it drip along her spine in a scented stream that slithered enticingly between her soft, damp crease. The cool flow of water did nothing to lower the growing heat in my simmering balls that pressed into the matted folds of her sopping wet pussy as my dick nuzzled onto her. She even knew why. The FBI had profiled the man extensively before his death. After he had converted to Christianity he had been among the most cooperative of their subjects. He had spent hundreds of hours talking with the team about why he committed his crimes, how he chose his victims. It was all there. And none of it mattered. None of it made any difference. Her mother was still dead. She had still grown up never knowing the woman. Her father had died under the cloud of suspicion. And her?. You ate my puss and I did you, okay? I set up a safe situation so you could do the DP thing without getting your ass ruined. I don't give a flying fucking hoot what turns you on, as long as you don't fuck Nazis, okay?"I gulped. I was going to have to tell somebody, not Judy, or any of the men I had done, but my trusted aunt, about how kinky and fucked up I got sometimes. Ida said: "I know you were with Amy. She is fucking for real a guardian angel. She has been protecting women in our family. Mr. Bailey was already there, seating on his car. “Hello Sandra. I heard you had nice fun in morning and I see you are worthy again. So, how was your day?”I put down slowly bucket from my hand, kissed him and said: “Have to say it was nice morning and Mike was quite useful here, but I guess you had already speaking with him. Now, it is time to take care about you - you are my host here, are not you?” Than I went down in front of him, grabbed him for bulge on his pants and started to unzip it..