It’s okay. I’m here, love,’ he whispered to her as he stroked her back. He felt her tears soak his shirt. She trembled in his arms. He tightened...his embrace slightly. He wanted to take her pain away. He wanted to be the one to hurt and suffer and have to go through all this. Not her – not his Caitlyn. Pain filled his heart at the thought of losing her. The chances were slim but they were still there. He refused to go down that route. He focused on her. She was calming down some. She had stopped. "Stick it in," she whispered, and spread her legs wide apart.I plunged the vegetable deep into her juicy cunt, and she exhaled strongly. "Yah! That's it!" she said, and reached down to masturbate while I pulled the carrot in and out of her.As her cries got louder, I pumped the makeshift dildo in and out of her faster and faster, and she stroked her clit harder and faster. "Oh!" Star exclaimed, and I looked up to see Jessica with her hands in her pants, Diana rubbing her crotch through her. " You only help white kids?" The thought was literally mind-boggling."Tom, African-Americans are the pimps, the drug dealers, the wheeler dealers. Hispanics are into drugs, not as many pimps. Asians are the coldest, least emotional people on the street. They do it all, and with no heart at all. You don't want to mess with any of them; hell, I don't want to mess with them. They tolerate me, because dead kids bring cops; I clean up the streets."I sat silently, contemplating it. "I'm sorry about. I am, and I am sure Alice is willing to answer any other questions as soon as we are cleared to do that. We are sorry for the trouble this brings you, but your wife was very lucky not to have died also. We will say goodnight and get the purse.”A couple of minutes later Deputy Kline handed me my wife’s purse. After she left I started looking through the purse and found the missing underwear, the panties were thong type that I had never seen before, the bra was a peek-a-boo type with nipple.