The flap on the back wasn't sealed, it was taped down and he carefully ran his finger under it, pulling the tape free. They weren't going to get DNA f...om their killer from this.He tipped the envelope, dropping the contents on the desk in front of him. There were a dozen or so pictures, a piece of red material, and a note that was printed on computer paper. Using a pen, he pushed the pictures around until he could see them better.He heard her gasp before he knew she was in the room. Without. Her very open body seemed to suck him in. He always marveled at how her whole body seemed so receptive to him. Her pussy was so wet and yet it felt so tight. Her pussy once it had him, squeezed, and sucked him in further. Lying, atop her was a dream. Marcos was allowed to alternate between her breasts and kissing her. He could, especially when her mammoth pointed breasts were being sucked, see her beautiful body. The contrasting colors of her body always mesmerized him. When she spoke. Hawaiian shirts because the love of my life would be so pissed off if my final requests was to make him wear a monkey suit. I can hear him bitching like an hour before my funeral about the missing button on the only white dress shirt he owned. Yes James was mighty proud of the fact that he only owned one. Now that I think of it, maybe I will make all the guys wear suits, as my final poke.I wonder who would speak at my funeral? I assume there would be a few family members, like my twin sister. He explained that he had been taking her milk for about a month now, she let him do it because she had too much milk for the baby and when she gave me milk it eased her discomfort and pain.‘You have to be careful, her nipples are sensitive, I used to suck hard on them and sometimes bite but she doesn’t like it and asked me to be gentle with her. I feel like she is my real mom now.’‘I wish I had a mom who gave me her milk,’ remembering Aunty back at the orphanage and her soft breasts.After.