We have solid evidence that puts you at the home of Alex Carston, who was found murdered. Shot to death. We figure you did it," he told me."Well, then...I guess I will need an attorney. If you have me at a place where someone died, then I must be guilty," I snorted at him."Is that a confession?" he asked me."No. That was an expression of contempt, and a bit of sarcasm," I replied."Well, I think we are going to be here for a long time. Your car was spotted at the home of the deceased shortly. Suddenly there were blasts of whistles that sounded from every direction. Hearing the whistles, the uniformed men froze for a second and found themselves tackled by some very angry students. Cynthia and Roger had reacted too; Cynthia grappled with the man who had grabbed the girl and Roger took down the other one. Both twins put the men into judo choke holds."Okay, now, explain," Cynthia growled at her captive as she bore down on him. "Tell us why you assaulted that student. Speak!" Uh, let go,. Oh! If I squeeze just SO, it feels marvelous! I am so close.The urinal flushes and there are footsteps to the sink. Splashing water covers the quick thrusts of my pelvis as I grind down on you. So CLOOOOSSSSEEEEE.....The water stops but the guy at the sink is still there. We freeze again. Has he heard something? The man two cubicles down noisily unrolls some toilet paper. An earthy odor penetrates our space and I wrinkle my nose.I am so close that I throb. I look at you beseechingly and can see. Mother came in and excused herself, she was tired after her medication and made me promise to tuck my daddy in in her stead, I was a young lady now and when father performed that ritual on me at the dinner table, newer rules were brought into effect and when we eventually retired to daddy's room, I remained there the whole night with him, attending to his sexual needs, for which the softness of my hands and lips, the gentle warm of my mouth sufficed in lieu of my blood fest between my thighs.I.