‘Your probably a bit sore just here too.’ I say, slipping my finger just inside her bright pink pussy lips.Her breath quickens a bit, although the...e’s no complaint. Carefully I feel around for her swollen clit and she utters a tiny sob.Looking her in the eye I say in a level tone, “ Oh Yes! you have made it sore haven’t you; It’ll need more cream before bedtime; I’ll do it again for you; OK Jess?’Embarrassment clouded her face; she was only too aware of the real cause of her sore cunt. But that. "What's going on?"The constable simply told him to come in and go to the kitchen.In the kitchen there were three people seated at the big kitchen table. There was a man in a suit, clearly a plain clothed detective, and a uniformed police woman, and there was Lady Jane who looked pale and distraught."Ned," she did little more than whisper, "it's Ophelia, there's been an accident ... she's dead." And she burst into tears, unable to speak any further.Ned blenched at her words."W what? H how?" he. She was already wet and I sucked on her clit while she took my entire cock down her throat. Monica was the first woman I’ve been with in a long time who could do that. I tried my best to keep from coming right away, but I couldn’t and sent streams of come inside her mouth. She kept on sucking while I fucked her with my tongue. Eventually she came and moaned as her body shook. She never removed her mouth from my cock though, even after I came, and the vibrations from her moans felt really cool.. She had work to do, and now she had to find a new assistant.***Thalia lay relaxing in the large claw-foot tub, two thin wires trailing out of her ears as bubbles foamed around her. The wires led to a small device resting on a dry towel. She raised her arms back over the edge of the tub, lifting her chest out of the water, her two soft ovals rising into the air of the bathroom."It is a beautiful morning..." she intoned. "Its a beautiful morning and there is not... there isn't?... there's.