She is delicious, her knickers tasting more like cotton and containing only a hint of her true flavour. I move my head side to side as I stretch my to...gue out and delve deeper. She approves with a moan but I haven’t even started yet. She tastes so good that I can feel pre-cum dripping out of my helmet and I lap up most of her juices with one long stroke of my tongue.I move my head in deeper again, this time dipping my tongue deep inside. I lap up every last drop of her natural juices like the. It seemed Sara was definitely rubbing off on Megan regarding her black cock fetish but the fact that Megan hooked up with so many guys in one night was weighing on my mind. I then told her, "I think we should slow down. This is going too fast for me and I'm not sure I'm ok with all these guys."Megan's response was sharp, "It was your idea! I thought it would turn you on to see me fuck a black guy and tell you about it!"I responded without thinking by saying, "Yes, a black guy, not the whole. There would be a new Allan after the oldone would be lost at sea and the Melissa disguise ditched. He would be avery different person - he felt sure of that.That new Allan was another exercise that diverted him. To be safe hecreated three new male identities, all of which could be used. Theirnames are unimportant now, but all had real birth certificates and familyconnections beyond verification. All had their own back-stories cleverlycomposed by Allan, with a little help from Melissa.Allan. A swollen face, a lolling tongue, and above all his familiar grey eyes, bulging in silent accusation. ‘Oh Harold.’ * The trees clawed at the sky like a skeleton’s hands, they tore holes in the sunset until only the night remained. Half an hour later, as if overcome by the syrupy blackness, the crime-scene lights fizzed and went out. Constable Oakman swallowed hard, startled by his descent into impenetrable night. Slowly his eyes adjusted. He made out the grey and silver shapes of trees, the.