He knows. And he probably feels responsible. I’m not going to press him on this. “Delgado got scared, and he lit the torch and threw it just to di...tract your father so he could escape. He wasn’t trying to hurt your father. He actually believed your father was fire-proof. It was a well-known fact. Your father fought FireClaw and Desdemona, and neither of them could hurt him with fire. The jury believed that was all Delgado was trying to do, and ruled your father’s death as an accident.”Joey. I went up and showered and washed my hair and shaved off my pubic hair. Why did I do that? When I came out of the shower my man was laying on the bed waiting for me. I jumped on him, sucked his cock a couple of times to get him hard before standing over his erection and lowering my cunt onto his cock. I know he loves that because he can play with my tits as I fuck him. He let me do all the work. My thigh muscles were killing me but the penetration is just so superb I make myself do it from time. Two things happened: Rachel instinctively reached up and hunkered down, her head tilting forward reflexively. One act threatened to cause her terrible injury where the other probably saved her eyesight. Had the bottle simply fallen it would have been far less dangerous a situation. But Rachel's up thrust hand caught the bottle and instead of falling and hitting her back, the bottle lay on its side, gurgling the bulk of its contents onto the back of her head before Michael arrived and batted it. It matches her lip gloss.I begin frisking Victoria's soft dead torso from the front, starting at the waist and working slowly up to the armpits, grabbing her arms by the wrists and throwing them up past her head; the limbs bounce and twist as they fall, coming to rest at awkward, haphazard angles. I take care to avoid bloodying my hands uneccessarily as I feel the blood-soaked blouse. Victoria's limp torso quivers ever so slightly, her head rocks from side to side gently as I grab the blouse.