” “I was almost 5pm when he dropped me off at home I gave him my cell number” “Dennis was suspended because of the shooting investigation but ...e was my hero.” “Dennis called me and took me out to eat with him the next evening.” “I thought I was not the first victim of these guys because they must have killed others.” “I am only 18 and wanted to live longer than that.” “I feel very sorry for the other girls who died here.” “I know what they went through.” “Thank you Kristy now we both know. He stood up, and came over, slowly wrapping his arms around me. The only thing I could do was wrap my arms around his neck, and cry.I loved the feeling of being in his arms again. I quickly found my nook, the little space between his neck and shoulder where I fit perfectly. I cried into my nook."Who do you turn to when the only one who can dry your tears is the one who made you cry?" they ask.Good question."Shh..." his arms were still around me, and one hand was rubbing my hair. His other hand. He could have helped me with the throbbing between my thighs…I got dressed, putting just a black bra and a tight sweater which material grazed my nipples, hardening them even more and heating my pussy up slightly again. To finish I put on just a tight skirt, with no underwear at all.The phone rang; it was my husband calling from this far city. We talked for a few minutes and I said I needed to finish getting dressed for going to my office. Victor said he should have been here to pound my hot. The talk started about why my parents went to the native, and then the talk went on marriages and divorces. While talking to her I observed her sexy body as she was sitting close to me. She used to bend, when she was bursting to laugh, giving me a clear sight of her cleavage. I was really enjoying the moment and my dick started to elevate. I was not sure if she had observed that. Since the discussion was deep and was interesting without my knowledge, I suddenly asked her “Aunty, if I haven’t.