She shifted her legs apart and slid her hand almost protectively over her wet pussy.“Wider,” He grasped her ankle in his strong hand and pulled he... legs wider apart so she was on display for him, open and vulnerable. He didn’t let go of her ankle and she unthinkingly drew her free leg inward.Marco laughed. “Don’t even think about it.”She stopped. His eyes were between her legs, watching as her fingers moved. They felt suddenly unsubstantial after his and she focused on the white, white ceiling. The one who killed that judge and the member of parliament and the Toronto councilperson. We caught wind of that over here. Tied 'em to chairs and lobbed off their pricks, right? Nasty shit!" Yes," Bahn agreed."So, how can we be of help?" One of our RC's has turned up a lead that our killer just may be from the states." What? A serial killin' Yank who has a hard-on for Canucks?"Bahn laughed. "Something like that. Your service has profilers who, I understand, are very good at helping to catch. "But I've actually only seen one of those in my entire life." You didn't hurt my feelings," he smirked. "You hurt HIS feelings. Do you want to make it up to him?"I nodded my head several times. "Well then, you have to suck it," he said.I walked over to him and took his little dick between two of my fingers. Even in my drunken state, I noticed that there were several things that didn't add up. I had done this same act many times before, but it felt odd. Somehow I knew what I was doing was wrong,. We both get very excited about going to our local department store to hunt for new additions to Allen's wardrobe. Last night we had one such shopping trip and we both had a luscious time."Grab a buggy," said Allen when we entered the store. "I plan to load up tonight." I bet you do," I said and winked at Allen. Allen is six feet tall and built rock solid from head to toe. His skin is tanned deep brown from hours spent cruising beneath the sun on his Harley Davidson cycle. He's not the type of.