.uh...anywhere." I heard her put the phone down and I could now hear what sounded like springs squeaking. As I began to put one and one together in my...head my suspicions were blatantly confirmed by my wife's words, which I could hear even with the phone put down. She was never a quiet one. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me harder with that fat cock! Stretch my little pussy out! Oh...oh...oh...I am gonna cum! Fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhh," which was followed by a male groaning as the springs squeaked more rapidly as. Tamara was pretty cute for a girl of Seventeen. Though she was only around 5'4 at most, she more than made up for her height with her rather nice 36-C breasts, and hour-glass figure.With the car gone, Cindy having taken it with her to work it would leave Tamara stuck at home with her father who at the time was unemployed. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that he was a lazy slob or anything, but because of a misunderstanding between co-workers at his job he would be the one to get layed off,. The monk's habit swished from side to side as he walked slowly but purposefully to a chair which stood in front of one of the book shelves.Allison again noted the long black strap that hung down from the monk's waist.She followed him with her eyes,wondering what was going to happen.She fully expected to be slapped by a nun,so she guessed that the monk was going to hear her confession first before telling her off and handing her over to one of the nuns.She guessed wrong.The monk sat on the chair. The initial headlines were banner high in the newspapers and what she read, well, she was shocked. It was a so-called 'news' report of Bill's murder and the arrest of his wife. The reporter made it sound like a sure thing, open and shut.The date and time of the crime had been reported wrong in the article, however, and made it appear as if the murder had been committed a couple of days after her boss had left for Hong Kong. After Karin had returned from the cabin. So in the secretary's mind,.