”“You said ‘our Bill’.”“He is. Still, he’s ‘Dad’, too. But our Bill.”“So once we determine that we can’t live on pure sex...�... she said.“We’ve tried,” I giggled.“ ... We have to think of what’s for dinner...”“Grilled cheese sandwiches,” I replied.“Oh, he’ll KNOW what’s up if we serve ‘im grilled cheese,” she laughed.“Poor Dad,” I giggled in return. “Forever imprinted. You say ‘grilled cheese’ and he gets an erection.”“Erections’re useful, you know...”My brown-haired sister/lover/wife. How did. "Anything ?" Said the officers. Looking at the girl desperate to keep the consequences of her bad behaviour private. Samantha nodded. The men ogled her big firm tits. She removed her top. "This what you want?" They looked at her red hot pants. Samantha hesitated , turned to face away from the officers then bent over straight legged and peeled the hot pants down her firm round ass cheeks to her knees. Her tight slit glistens and little brown rose bud pulses. A big black hand firmly spanks her. Zoe caressedhim lovingly as Scott drifted off to sleep feeling the warmth of hisseed in her belly dissipate as the last embers of it's masculineessence were siphoned off, killing the potential of the sticky whitefluid. In a few more moments Scott's gift would be little more than asoup of organic proteins which itself would soon be absorbed. It was anecessary sacrifice to keep her sated, Zoe knew, but that limitationinherently tied to her intrinsic nature had sparked a notable worry allher own. I was required to meet with Ms. Glass a few times because of the purchase of this building from her father, but otherwise, I avoid her like the plague.”“Do you know if she had seen Mr. Lentz recently?”I shook my head, “Not as of last Monday, anyway. John told me he wanted nothing to do with her. He was dating one of his little sister’s friends. I don’t know her name or any other details, but I’m sure his sister could fill you in.”“Do you know any reason why Mr. Lentz might have killed.