’ Waylon nodded. ‘They got reports of hookers being raped by him all the way into Washington. I hear that there have been sightings of him and tha... girl. Said she’s still alive but not looking so good. And the Fed I played poker with last night, he said they want to do a segment of that show that helps find fugitives about this. I guess they think it will help. Make him feel cornered or something…I don’t think it’s a good idea.’ ‘No, it’s not, the last thing Max needs is to be cornered. I know. When I discovered them I had stopped readingPenthouse; Vickie's models were more tantalizing. But I wasn't readyfor the store: bright and big and saturated in femininity. I don'tthink I've ever been in a place as feminine as that. The whole placeseemed to be pink. Pink and rose color. And it looked as if theyhad decided to use articles of intimate clothing for decor. Panties,bras, slips, everything, some on tables, some on display racks, someon the walls. Everywhere you looked there was satin. “Yes.” He nodded. “I want to fuck Marietta again.” His hands roamed up my body and began to knead my breasts. “I want to fuck her again while you watch.” He pinched my nipples and my back arched in pleasure. “I thought, perhaps I could convince her to let me fuck her up the bum. She has such a pretty ass. And afterwards, you could clean her up again.” “Clean…” my voice broke and my eyes got huge. But there was no mistaking the reason when my pussy clenched hard around his cock, once, twice,. That was another minor thing I had a small problem with in the past. “Damn sis. You too are just beyond amazing honestly. You can always make feel like such a man as well sis. More than a man honestly,” Jeff said. Then I stopped blowing him and came up with him. “We make each other happy without trying too hard, we love each other to no end. That makes us absolutely perfect for each other Jeff,” I said. “That sounded a little cheesy, but I like it,” Jeff replied. “That sounded cheesy?” I asked..