“A friend of Grace Macklin’s, Valerie Slotskie, flew in last month and may still be with Macklin. In that Mission Hills house.”“Mission Hills....That’s the Prairie Village PD.”“Suggestions? I don’t know if the Feds could get a warrant to search the house again.” They’d given it a thorough going-over when Hugh Macklin fled the country. And Grace wasn’t wanted for anything.“You want to see if Grace is there, right?”“Right. And if she’s involved with the Obliteration Virus.”“Let me make a call.”. I fumbled for the key, unlocking your cuff, freeing your other hand. You immediately unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing cock from his cotton prison. With the other hand you slipped your panties to the side and slipped me between your wet lips, taking me fully to the balls in one hard downward thrust. You squealed as you stretched wide to take me. I slid down in the seat to give you more cock to ride. " Ohhhh my gawwwwwd .... how is it I never get tired of fucking you?" I moaned out loud,. He could feel the surface tension of Fiona’s skin go slack. He could imagine what was going through her mind at this moment. His tongue moved down the inside of her thigh as his fingers were playing with her anus. Fiona was doing her best to keep him away from it, fearing what he was trying to put up there next. He followed the fountain down the ‘taint’ to her sphincter and when he arrived there, Fiona closed it, like the vaults at Fort Knox. Bob licked at the very center and around the edges. Shoving my tongue up there, biting, trying to fucking climb up into his shit-hole – sucking loads of cum from his hot boy-hole, letting it coat my tongue and lips. I was swooning with anticipation. “Stop it! You don’t know what you will do till you get there!”Men, there is something else about my last role-play, something intriguing, that you might find it interesting to understand. To that hot, teenage, slim. dark-haired boy that was me and who was thinking all that filth – to him it wasn’t.