Wo bhi pichhe beth kar majje le ragi thi. Jab hum mall pohache to aunty ke boobs us top me yese fit ho rahe the ki dab log aunty ko chuupke se dekh ra...e the aur wo bhi majje le rahi thi.To hum mall ghum rage the aur thodi far shopping karne ke bad aunty ne mujhse bola ki unhe bra aur kuch western dress lene he to dusare floor pe jate he me bolla “Aap jakar aaw me nahi aata”To wo boli are “Etna mat sharma chal tu bhi mujhe ab tere pasand sehi shopping karni he”Aur wo mujhe leke. .may as well give him more of an eyeful!Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and the play begins. I offload to John all my problems, and surprise even myself how easily I can turn on the waterworks! Instantly John tries to comfort me, and I experience a little surge of excitement as I feel him place a consoling hand briefly and gently on my knee.“Hey! Hey! Abbi!” he says, and as we both stand up. His hand comes up to my face, to help wipe away my tears, “We can work this. He begged too. When I finished with him I left whatever remained of him for his policemen friends to find. It was the first time I allowed myself to be personally involved. I admit it. I was extremely nasty that night. I had no qualms about putting Adnan through all that horror. Let's face it. There are people who don't deserve to die easily.After the killing of Adnan, I became one of the usual suspects. I don't know what made them suspect me but they came calling. I could have been spotted at. But you must show me how."“Okay. Knelt down and rub the bulge in my trousers.”When she did, I put my hand on her head and ran my fingers down through her soft blonde hair. My cock was about to burst, so to hurry things along, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard nine-inch cock.“Ah!” she gasped when she saw it. “It’s so big!”“It’s big because you are so gorgeous, Carina.”She looked up at me with those innocent blue eyes and said, “Really? What should I do?”“Take it in your hand and stroke it.