The one on Caroline I returned to the pouch. I did not want or need to read any of the little details of what they had done to her.There were two pouc...es connected to the Johnson farm. I opened the one labeled Randolph Johnson first. I flipped by all the autopsy photos, and there were plenty. They had removed 24 bullets from Randolph's body. I remembered that he was the bastard with the axe raised above Caroline's head.The next section peaked my interest. It was the ballistics report. There was. She was just adorable in her dress and seeing her I was lost and couldn’t even ask her to take the seat. She asked me “Pavan, are u not going to ask me to sit”, which really brought me to my senses.I offered her a cool drink and we embraced each other, we sat and started chatting for some time and she was sitting opposite to me in the couch, crossing her legs and revealing the cleavage as her blouse couldn’t hold those awesome assets and the sari going around her waist revealing a good portion. He sat down and took off all his clothes. His cock was super hard and looked huge from where I was. She hadn’t lied to me, it was a magnificent cock, easily two inches longer than mine, and almost twice as thick. I could see precum glistening on the tip, and I silently begged him to walk back over to her. He did, and stood over her, watching the slow rise and fall of her tits as she slept. He started stoking his monster dick, and I thought he was going to cum all over her massive jugs. He. All the evidence was in the boxes Jon brought with him. He had copies of all the pertinent conversations, as well as a disk that contained all of their incriminating conversations in one place. It was sort of a "best of" disk.I listened to the entire disk. It lasted for more than two hours. It was all so senseless! I spent all those years in prison and had my life taken from me by that psychotic bitch. Just so that she could shake me down for a few thousand dollars!And when her plan didn't work.