As they called for back up they kept questioning him. ‘Looking back I kept asking myself questions. ‘If I just killed three people, would I drive ...rratically down the highway and have the murder weapons on the seat next to me?’ ‘The answer kept coming up ‘no’. Some of these questions I’m asking were asked by Jeff’s attorney. He just didn’t get Jeff’s message across to the jury. There was just too much evidence against him. As I mentioned before, I also believed him to be guilty, but I now. Clay was not an imaginative fellow, but under such stimulation his mind was inspired. He imagined Rachel coming. Had she given herself a hand-job with her panties on, or had she just creamed without touching her pussy? He liked to think she'd been finger-fucking herself, her fingers slipped inside those soaking panties.He wondered what had made the girl horny.He hoped she had been thinking about him while she played with her creamy cunt and got her rocks off. He didn't suppose so, but it was a. I'll still get plenty of swimming with you!" Whatever you say, darling. I'm getting as daft as you about cold water! I expect we'll both become famous for it in time! Let's stop talking - I get SOOO bored with talking. Lets do things, eh Frieda? Nice things!"The rest of the girls were in the hut getting the place into shape. Except for Angela, that is. She was tied to a tree, looking pretty badly beaten up herself, which she was! Joanne saw that she could not be trusted and had decided to keep. "Flip," Will sounded excited. "This is Mr. Greig, the one I've told you about." Hey," Flip grunted, jacking his cock even harder, lost in the ecstasy of watching what Will and I were doing to each other. He released his cock for a moment, and it slapped up against his fur covered belly with an obscene Splat sound. Then he grabbed it again and resumed his stroking."Call me Steve," I smiled at Flip.Will corrected me. "We call him Mr. Greig." It almost sounded like an order. Then Will's mouth went.