I removed her jeans and started licking her clean shaved pink pussy. I love the smell of pussy and I started giving slow bites on her pussy. She was g...ing mad and was shooting like oooooh aaaah aaaaah aaaaah I need your cock please insert it…. But I was not to leave her so soon, I inserted 1 finger in her love hole and was fingering her as well as was licking her pussy.By this action she went totally mad and started pressing my head more deeper into her pussy and I was nt able to breathe. Sara moans and sighs her pleasure.Ah, such succulent breasts. My right hand encloses the whole breast. Just as I suspected, a complete handful, wonderfully resilient and, given her gasps and deeper breathing, so sensitive. Even more so when my fingers begin plucking on that nipple, rolling it, stretching it, making her whimper her pleasure. Or is it my tongue circling around the areola of her other nipple? Savouring it. Licking at the hard pebble-like lump of it.Sara, despite keenly soaking up. Sam marveled at the reams of photographs stored in boxes on the closet floor. He found two cameras in the closet, both with partially exposed rolls of film. He rewound each, extracted the rolls of 35 mm film, and pocketed them. He reminded himself to ask later about any exposed film in the camera that had been found at the murder scene.Returning to the front living room, he greeted Doug and Susan. "There's some marks on the back door," Doug said, "'like it could have been forced."Sam checked. I didnt answer. I got my keys and my guitar. dan please say something. I didnt reply. I left for band practice leaving her sobbing. Over the next few days the same thing happened. She would be left waiting for me late into the night where I would get drunk and return home. The next day I would rush off somewhere not talking to her. She would end up crying. I just couldnt deal with her. On the fifth day as I packed my guitar and headed for the door, she surprised me by blocking it. dan please I.