"Good, give me all that fucking cum! Fill me up!" She screamed, and he exploded inside of her. After it was over, Amy slid off of him. "Keep that pus...y tight. I'd better not see any fucking cum stains on the leather upholstery. When do you want me to take you home?" Mike questioned. "Ask me again tomorrow morning, lover. Let's go back to your place." She replied as he smiled and drove off. Kristin couldn't believe that ordeal happened with Matt yesterday. He actually watched her fuck. A curious traveller emerged and began to stare around the motel. I cautiously crawled behind the office and slid into cabin one through the rear window.- Detective MiltonFrom the moment I arrived I didn't like the look of this hotel. If Marion took the highway she'd likely have dropped in here. The place looked deserted, from the look of it business was poor. The main office and surrounding cabins were all locked but I could have swore I heard a bump in cabin one. The house was the last hope, I. Most of them had fled the civil war in the east African country in the early nineties, but some, like his family, had come in the early eighties. Mookie had U.S. citizenship by virtue of having been born here. Mookie told me a little more about his growing-up years in Minneapolis among the Somali ex-pat community and described his learning to survive independently of his family. He evidently had been able to support himself by a series of low-paying jobs–some of them not necessarily. "She was your lover?" she swallowed loudly. "When you were a guy?"I nodded sadly."I'm sorry, mom, I didn't know! I feel so bad now...for making youremember..." It's okay, honey. I'm resigned to what happened and why. It's been overeight hundred and sixty revolutions since it happened." Resigned, my eye! It still seems pretty fresh in there, mom," Reillysaid right before she shimmered slightly."So where did you go this time, honey?' I asked knowing what she haddone, but not why."I...I just.