” Troy said, coming down the stairs. “Well, Denise uses it mostly, these days. But, ya know, it’s still yours.”“Saw it.” She replied with ... smile. “Figured nobody’d remembered to lock the patio door. Where are the others?”“Susan went to bed right after you left. Julie’s finally getting some work done on the painting she’s been trying to start all day. We got worried that you were walking into an ambush.”“Oh, I was. But I considered the possibility; so, my counter-ambush followed me and was in. No one suspected foul play until the autopsy this morning. If it's any consolation, the CME's livid. He's threatening to fire the poor schmucks who collected the body and didn't notice that he was a gallon or so short and had a broken neck. Although in their defense, there's no sign of forced entry and no sign of a struggle. The whole place is meticulously neat. The guy had a bit of an OCD thing going, I think. Murder wouldn't have been my first guess, either." Any good news?" The guy's family. There was no sign of rain stopping. I was caught in such a situation with Ajay who didn’t miss the chance to closely feast on my wet body.’ 8) By: This is a story about how my college professor became my BDSM whore during the lockdown. The lockdown allowed me to enslave her and enjoy wild rough sex.She smiled at me after opening the door and invited me inside. As she turned around, I ogled at her curvy waist. I followed her inside, already turned on a bit by the sight. I closed the door behind. She put her hands on my neck and pushed her lips and tongue into mine. I felt myself getting hard."Oh, Jeff ... again?" If you want to, I have no problem with it, how about you?" It feels so sloppy inside me, is that OK with you?" she asked."Yeah, it gives me a really slick launching pad for my guided muscle!" That's so corny," she said giggling.We went through another joint loud orgasm together and then we went upstairs to take a shower.Having heard us, June said, "Thank you guys! I had a few.