She could not help it. The tiny little muscles around her eyes signaled her feelings. She pressed her lips together and swallowed. Could John sense ho... much she cared about him at that moment? She hoped he did. And when those little Pachinko balls fell into their slots, her feelings of affection for John multiplied. He should know how she felt about him; her eyes softened and defocused. With a look that smoldered, she expressed her affection towards him.John’s eyes softened a little, too, She. I could see signs of a single set of foot prints heading from the door, I was standing in to what I suspected was the spot he fell from.About this time the CSI guy got there. "What's ya got for me, Sherlock?"Another asshole making fun of my name, "I thought. I pointed out the footprints. He started taking pictures and putting little number things by each foot print. He looked like he was having fun as I followed him across the roof.When we got to the "jump point", I found all the typical. I could feel every nerve being bombarded with waves of ecstasy and my trembling was uncontrollable. Above me Lucia was also cumming and as she reached her own pulsating climax she squirted a little jet of pee over my face and tits. I’ve never minded that and it sometimes happens to me too. Lucia just flopped on the bed and lay back with her forearm across her eyes panting hard. Joseph knew he’d satisfied me, and was so unselfish in the way that he’d put my needs above his own. He’d managed to. " An hour or more!?" I asked."Yes. It may not take that long. But we're probably going to need to domore than your legs. And I'll have to look at you to see what we need todo."I looked at my mother and Sara, they both smiled, and my mother said,"We'll see you a little later honey."I followed Jackie down a hall and into a room. There was a nicely paddedtable, a roll-a-round cart, some cabinets, and a couple of chairs. Andmusic playing. Jackie then said, "Becka. Your mother explained.