"Call her!" No. I'm not calling this close to the end. It's the home stretch. I'm clean. I ain't called and I ain't whacked it. And that Road Runner i... still out there."Fuck me, I checked it one more time."I have nobody to talk to. Fuck me, the only person I can talk to about something like this is with him! What in the fuck have you done, Cully?" I have fucked myself, is what I've done. He was sitting there waiting on me. They set me up. A speed trap." But, wouldn't they have just conducted. You really do. What am I, your niece, or some sexual fantasy figure?” He didn't answer. “Both.” Jan replied for him. “I'm both, aren't I?” Again, he stayed silent. “Pass me the stocking and shoes from the bag.” He reached in. “On second thoughts, just give me the bag!” she demanded. Walking past the bar on the way to the Ladies with shoes, stockings and suspender belt in her hand would have raised a few eyebrows. A woman carrying shopping in a bag wouldn't.Minutes later, she sat back down next. Without hesitation he agreed. Kathi added a few make-up items to Neal's clutch purse and they headed to the door.They exited the house and walked to Kathi's Jeep Cheorkee "Charles", the clicking of his heels on the pavement caused him to smile. He looked down at his feet, clad in the strappy suede heels, to see his red toenails glistening through the reinforced toes of his pantyhose. There was a slight breeze that felt good blowing up his dress, but he had to make sure his dress did not blow. She was coming, hard, over and over and over…‘Three left, Darling,’ Beth felt Béla tell her in her mind. She couldn’t respond. Her orgasms were too intense.Béla pressed the gun up against Beth’s belly button and pulled the trigger. The bullet went clean through, creating an almost electrical orgasm that shook Beth from her cunt to her ruined breasts.Beth lay on the ground, leaking blood and girl-cum from between her legs. She was caught up now in a continuous orgasm that racked the entire.