We open the door and go in and the cold breeze makes us shiver. As we undress each other i go from her lips to her neck to her perky perfect breasts a...d suck on them as i slide her pants off. Her perfect ass bouncing in her "booty shorts" as i work my way lower and lower slowly. With her on the bed and legs spread wide open showing off her shaven pink flower and i cant help myself but dive right in. Licking, sucking, fingering her moans getting louder and louder her body quivering till she cant. I answered and she asked, “Is Aisling home yet?” “Yes she is here beside me” I answered. “Is everything OK between you guys?” “Yes, as a matter of fact I have just fucked the arse of her!” “Fucked the arse of her…….you mean…?” I interrupted and said, “Yes her actual arsehole, and the next time you come over I want to do the same to you!” There was silence for a moment before Davina said, “You can do whatever you want to me. Give my love to Aisling”. Davina hung up as Aisling finally pushed. Over my panties, I rub slowly up and down and have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning softly. Eagerly, I gather the front of my panties and pull them up so the fabric disappears between my swollen lips. I can feel the pressure and it feels magnificent. I let go of my panties and allow them to rest there in between my pussy lips for a moment. I lift my hips up off the bed carefully and pull my panties down so they join the sweatpants around my ankles. There I am, nearly naked beneath the. That's the problem with pros: They know their job. Hell, some of them are ex-cops. They keep up on forensics, know how to get rid of evidence, and usually make it look like an accident.That makes it hard to even know a crime was committed, much less solve it.Julianna was different. She was meant to be found that way. Some mob guy got it right when he said violence is like an email: It sends a message.Julia's death sent a message.Okay, I'm gonna piss people off again. You know: I'm supposed to.