Where is he?"Jenny was standing in the doorway between him and the others and he saw that he was hidden from the others by the door standing open betw...en them. Knowing they couldn't see him he just stood, silently listening, trying to make sense out of this. Something didn't seem to fit and he couldn't figure out what it was. He didn't make a sound, just stood with his hand on the knob of the door to the hall."What! What did you say?" Diane half shouted.A light snapped on in the room, but left. " We?" Everyone knows. It's no secret. I spent the night in Stanley Copely's bed but what that has to do with poor Roger's death, I don't know." We think it may have, Miss Stavely. What time did the you and he finally get to sleep?" I guess it must have been about three-thirty." Three-thirty in the morning? Very late, Miss Stavely. So you both overslept?" Well Stan woke me a bit after eight but we thought we had time for a quickie and then we fell asleep again. Next time I saw the clock it said. And right now--right at this instant--she could hear Robin's cries of unmistakable passion. She could feel the clawlike fingers pressing urgently at the back of her head and forcing her open mouth more fully onto the spread, silky, squashed lips of her daughter's sweet pussy.The cries had another kind of sound to her--something that harkened back through time to when Robin was a small girl. It was as if she were crying for comfort and love, just the way she used to when she would fall and skin. .what they say...about pleasing a woman," she gasped as her arousal grew. "Only a woman really...knows what to do." Her fingers were moving faster now, and I could feel the tension in her leg muscles as her orgasm grew near. I had heard her words, but the music and her performance was keeping me from comprehending what she had said. "So that's...", she panted, "what I'm...going to make...you." She was covered in a sheen of sweat now, franticly rubbing her pussy. Her other hand was.