She was yelling out as I felt warm fluid rush into my mouth and I licked and sucked as fast as I could.My chin was dripping with her sweet nectar and ...he slowly lowered her ass back down.I continued to lick her pussy as her body jerked to each lick as her orgasm subsided.Then she put her hands on the top of my head pushing me away saying "enough enough you're gonna to kill me" and laughing hysterically. " Come here" she said and I crawled up over her.She put her hands on my neck behind my ears. ’ I asked: ‘Any indication of who was perp and who was victim? Barb replied: ‘No. Besides you should know better than to ask that. There are never perps and victims. There are only actors in the play.’ I replied: ‘You’re right of course but what was going on within the play?’ Barbara answered: ‘We will have to let that unfold.’ Ann said: ‘Matt, do you suppose?’ I replied: ‘What.’ She said: ‘Your nightmare.’ I responded: ‘Oh, I hope not.’ Barbara asked: ‘What was the nightmare?’ I replied: ‘A. She was still some way from the nearest shop.A small stone church stood on the left, set back from the road and with a small neat graveyard at the side. The door was open.She ran up the path and into the church as the rain pelted down, big cold heavy drops. She was soaked to the skin despite being caught out only a minute.The carpet muzzled her footsteps as she stepped from the vestibule into the church proper and finally out of reach of the wind. Silence. That silence that you only find in. She was definitely pushing things beyond her skill level, but she hadn't killed them, yet, so she was doing fine. The cops rushed to join the parade, and they were soon pressing close to the truck. The cops were in sedans, so the only people who could shoot were those riding shotgun. Those women in the back seats couldn't shoot because there was too much danger of hitting their companions.George, on the other hand, did not have this problem. He lay down in the bed of the truck and tried to draw.