Her shirt hung slightly on the tips of her huge, hardening nipples and finally her tits dropped into view making a grand jiggly entrance as they fell ...ver-so-slightly to their natural hang. They were huge compared to the girl in the video. There was a slight trail of sweat running down between them and I couldn't help but think of how my cock would feel between them like the guy in the video. My cock continued to throb violently and another large dose of precum began running down the length of. Her mouth close to his. Her lips pouting as she breathed through her teeth. Jake could only feel the sway and heat of her body as the noise in the room slowly faded. His mind filtering out everything but her.He could hear her gasp slightly as he felt her fingertips brush against his. Pulling his hand into hers so gently. Jake looked down at her bare neck and shoulders. So smooth and desirable. He wanted the rest of her more than any woman he had ever been with. They had barely looked at each. Feeling relieved at his rational thought, he stood on the edge of the abyss, pleading in a whisper, ‘Rest in Peace…please!’ under his breath. Turning towards the graveyards exit, he was almost knocked back into the open grave by the figure of a woman as she came rushing back to the graveside. Standing over the edge, she let fly a vicious glob of phlegm, laughing a victorious snort as it splattered over the wet parchment. He stood there, stunned by all he’d seen, but shocked more so by whom it. I’m sure Sandra Fleming, SAC here at the local office, would have asked for my own expert participation more often. But she no doubt understood, and appreciated, how busy I was; how vital my work was. It wasn’t like Daddy was a more valued professional, not at all.In any case, I was still invited to the KC office when a visiting expert — an authority on handwriting or DNA or profiling — came through town.This morning, the subject was long-range shooting. Daddy and I, along with about twenty.