’ Phyllis said. ‘So, let’s sit back a moment and get our ideas straight about who might have killed Linda Ferris.’ ‘Don always says to never...theorize without data.’ Cindy says. ‘And right now, I have no data.’ ‘Don is an excellent detective and a careful policeman,’ Phyllis said, ‘and I am not saying he’s wrong about that Conan Doyle quotation. However, I myself have a slightly different view: put our initial theories out quickly based upon this initial data, then see where things go. By. The hot sun felt good, and Sasha started to feel a little more herself. She’d be fine if she could just sit here for a while. Perhaps she could wait for Martin’s call here. Penny returned soon with a Grande espresso that made Sasha think she was never going to sleep again. ‘I’ve just called work. I’m sitting here with you till you can finish this coffee. I don’t want to leave you here alone like this.’ ‘No no, I’m fine.’ Insisted Sasha. ‘Don’t let me ruin your day as well. You have to go back. I left the bedroom door open and the air from the fan felt good as the breeze wafted over my tense body. I listened for Grandma's breathing across the hall and fantasized a bit about seeing her naked. She had such a strong, sexy body. Of course she was taboo so I also felt guilty engaging in such a fantasy. I had caught a glimpse of her tits, I fantasized about the rest of her body.I finally dozed off a bit but then awoke in the middle of the night, it was a little after 2:00 a.m. I got up to. A huge wave of lust came over me. I was still coming for the next few moments. I fell on top of her. Then she orgasm. "YES!!!!! God your making me cum again. You fucker. Damn you still cumming honey." she said.Slam! Click! Click! I heard the sliding glass door open and close upstairs. I looked at Mrs. Knight. "Quick follow me young man." she said. I raced down the stairs behind her. I picked up our clothes. We ran to the corner of the basement behind the pool table. A second later.