“What kind of fun?” she said with an innocent smile, her hands on her hips. “Bad girl fun,” I said, rubbing my feet up and dow... her bare legs. Then I put my foot on her crotch and wiggled my big toe between her cunt lips. She was so wet. Marie sank to her knees and licked her juice off my toe. Then she caressed the inside of my thighs. Her eyes were focused on my pussy. She let one finger slip between my cunt lips. “Bad girls have more fun.” She brought. " Not at all," said Simpson. "You're nowhere near being toast. They're trying to figure out how to keep you from being a fucking hero!" I don't get it," said Bob."Remember I told you we were going to shut everything down?" Yeah." Dillworth wouldn't let us run the DNA on the evidence we had from the different scenes. We had hairs and epithelials under the fingernails of a couple of the other victims. We even had some prints off of a can of soda the guy helped himself to at one scene, but. In an instant I was grabbing fistfuls of dark hair. Erica was moaning open-mouthed with every thrust her husband gave her. I aimed my cock, and she angled her head to accept it, clamping her lips round it with a deep, lusty groan.I locked eyes with Paul as we stood there, working our cocks in his wife. Erica moaned and groaned, damp soundwaves rising from her twice-skewered body. “She loves having two cocks inside her,” Paul informed me. “Any combination works for her.”I looked down at Erica’s. The man then got into the cab behind the steering wheel and leaned over to open the passenger door from the inside. He pointed at Sylvia to sit, then pointed at me and indicated the back. His face displayed a grin that was devilish, at best. Sylvia saw the look, too. As I started to climb into the back with the dog, Sylvia put her hand on my arm and whispered to me so the man might not hear with all the windows of the cab open.“I think the testing might already have started. Remember, you can.