You don't need to put another nail in my coffin." Not at all," said Simpson. "You're nowhere near being toast. They're trying to figure out how to kee... you from being a fucking hero!" I don't get it," said Bob."Remember I told you we were going to shut everything down?" Yeah." Dillworth wouldn't let us run the DNA on the evidence we had from the different scenes. We had hairs and epithelials under the fingernails of a couple of the other victims. We even had some prints off of a can of soda the. I sucked on it hard for a full minute while my fingers 'shlick-shlick-shlick'ed beneath the water. "I'm...Ryan, that's, you're going to...You're going to make me cum!"I sucked harder, her hips pumped faster, her hands were pulling at my hair. They couldn't decide whether to push me away or pull me closer. She came with a shriek that sounded a lot like my Mother's. "Aaaahhhhh! YYyyyeessss, I'm cummingcummingcummingfuckinghell Ryan!"I felt her cock swell in my grip, the opening that I had been. She had an insatiablesexual appetite, and an ass that wouldn't quit when there was hotmeat stuffed into her cunt. "Your mother says 'Take him in hand'?" Sally said. "So do it. Easy! Jerk him off! He'll beg for more. Then pass him around,tell him other girls'll do the same thing if he's nice to them,talks to them just a little. That'll give him an incentive. Dothe same as you train a horse -- he makes a little effort, he getsa little sugar cube. That'll make him more sociable in no time!. Something was definitely off. Maybe it was the fact that I didn’t have several of my girls nearby to distract my thoughts with their own actions. Was that really the problem? Was I really that much of a pervert? Was it something else? Did my Magic corrupt me? I didn’t remember succumbing to thoughts like that before my awakening. Did I change that much in only six months?I didn’t have any way to answer my questions, so I decided to focus on my current situation. I needed a shower to wash off.