Far in the distance, out in the west, she saw a slash of heat lightening. A cat yowled in heat.Clinging to her sexy body Stacy wore a tight black dres... with a sultry sheen, a bit too tight for everyday wear, and beneath that she had on her best underthings, sheer, sexy, and, despite the sticky heat, a garter belt and subtle fishnet stockings. She stopped now, feeling herself in her clothes, the weight of her own breasts, the thick hunger in her vagina. When she turned her attention to her own. Damn, Im one lucky son of a bitch. Ill be there in half an hour, I said. Whatever, Tiffany responded. You talk a lot of junk, so well see what happens. Im leaving now. I hung up the phone and turned to my co-worker. Shed heard at least my end of the conversation, nothing too revealing, but she was well aware of what I was talking my way into. I asked her if she could handle things if I left, and she told me to go ahead and take care of my booty call. About thirty minutes later, we met a block. Dot could feel Diana's breath on her neck and kissed her forehead, squeezing her tighter. Diana's lips inadvertently then touched her neck, sending shivers through Dot's body. She moved one hand up through Diana's long hair and drew her head firmly into her neck. Diana's body trembled, as she kissed Dot's long white neck passionately. They danced a while with Diana kissing and nipping on the neck, of what she considered her mistress for the night. She lifted her head and gazed up in the taller. When you called Mom last night and reported what was going on, I knew I had to come and explain." Explain what!?" Missy screamed, "You killed her. You sat on her face while they skinned her alive and then your mom and Darren fucked her while she died. How do you explain that!?" It's what she wanted, Missy. It was exactly what she wanted. She was very explicit about exactly how everything was to happen, even to the funeral pyre and the ashes buried beneath the sand."Missy broke down in.