Tiffany was sitting in a luxurious robe, applying a scented lotion to her legs, when she heard the knock. Her heart skipped a beat. It could only be h...m at this hour, she thought to herself, but what if it wasn't? She closed up the robe and peeked through the sidelight to check. There he was.She opened the door and he rushed into her foyer with a quiet intensity. His eyes were wide and nervous. That impish grin, that casual cool, was absent. Tiffany's legs started to shake. Her heart pounded in. I walked to him."Wilson do you need any help," I asked solemnly."No," he said quietly. He obviously wanted to be sure it was done right."If you need anything, you just have to ask, understand?" I asked."Thanks Sheriff," he replied.I found Detective Eddie Simpson on the phone. I waited until he finished his call then asked. "Eddie who was driving?" I can't be sure yet, but the car belongs to Rose Briggs," he replied."Do we know, if she was driving?" I asked."I can't get in touch with her. She. You know how much I love getting you cock stuffed in me, and having fun with Megan, so I made a deal. He can have Megan whenever she'll let him and I get have my big boy here fuck my brains out. I haven't told him about you and Megan yet, but we'll ease him into that later. So, your dad knows what were in here for, so relax and give mommy a good fuck. We can do it as long as you cock can stand it." Dad knows about this?" Oh, yeah, so let's not waist time thinking about him baby, let's get. She turned around, and nothing. Perhaps it was her overactive imagination, especially tonight of all nights, when her senses seemed to be on edge and in overdrive. She felt tingles all over her body. ‘Calm down Jewel,’ she told herself. There it was again, this time a definite touch, caressing slowly along her neck and shoulder, just brushing it. She turned, slowly this time, perhaps by some fear that if she turned quickly the feeling would disappear as before. A man stood behind her, dressed.