It was black with a dark green edge, and it looked like a hand with four fingers, half- closed. Or maybe a paw, he thought. And when he picked it up, ...t felt more like rough skin than like a mineral excretion.He should have been able to see all the way inside when he picked it up, but somehow he couldn't. He couldn't quite turn it the right way to get the light inside, but after all it was black in there so there wasn't anything to see.It was deep enough inside to create that familiar illusion. She tasted a drop of delicious precum on her tongue. Eddie dropped one hand gently to the back of Donna Marie's head. Without stopping, Donna swatted his hand away, mumbling what sounded like "Don't" Donna had gone her whole life, never sucking cock, or even getting her pussy eaten, until her latest boyfriend had eaten her to a magnificent climax. Her ex-husband thought oral-genital sex was dirty and disgusting. Donna Marie now knew better, but she strongly disliked anyone holding her head. Steve pointed to the woman in Antonia's arms, and said, "Check her out please; I'm going in there to look around. I think we've found our suicides, though."Steve entered the room, and closed the door behind him. A slender young man lay on the bed, his wrists sliced open, a large dried bloodstain under each one. The cuts on his right wrist weren't that deep, but he'd carefully cut the veins while leaving enough tendons intact to let him slice the left wrist to the bone. Death must have been. .. and I'm afraid that you might want mom and Barbara more than you want me, and I know that that will never happen." Huh?" I said. "What are you talking about?" I got this terrible feeling that she thought mom and Barbara were going to die or something, and that they had told her but not me."Well, mom made me promise me not to tell you this, but I think we should have no secrets now that we're lovers," Marie said."No secrets is right," I said. I liked it that she called us lovers. I really did.