" The two men exchanged puzzled glances. "How long have you been living here?" "I don't know why that should be important," replied Frannie. "I mov...d in here just a couple of weeks ago. It was right after Randy broke up with his last girlfriend." The stout man shuffled swiftly through his notes. "That would be, a Miss Thomas. Wouldn't it?" "It certainly would be," replied Frannie huffily, her new green streak clearly in evidence. "Julie Thomas has always been a whiny little bitch." She. As I followed him on the path, I still felt warm and comfortable. All because of his blood. My legs were still a bit shaky after the last fuck and every now and again I felt his cum dripping from my ass.Smiling to myself I followed him, tried to take in the different sensations. The grass under my feet, the rain on my naked skin, the smells around me. I wanted to remember, treasure this, the sharpened senses, feeling differently.Too soon we reached the house, entered through a side door that. While it was true the crocks ate the tourist, they didn’t get to kill him first. The killer hadn’t cleaned up the man’s Villa at the Caravan Park very well, and I had found traces of blood in it. So, Dad assigned me to James as his assistant, since I was the Rooky, and we had a lot of fun chasing down the leads.One of the Barmaids at the Exchange Hotel told James that good ol’ Carl had been chatting up some of the women. It turned out that one of the women had a husband, and he took exception. Tony pulled the front of my whiteys down and my cock sprang out, relieved at last to be free. IT sprang up at 45 degrees from my crotch and showed a drop or two of moisture on the tip. This brought another round of applause and shouts of approval from the gathered members. Tony turned me around so my back was to the audience. He pushed me down so I was bending at the waist and he pulled my whiteys down to my knees. He had me pull my ass cheeks apart, explosing my cunt to all the.