How old? I asked her.Bout 2,000 years old, she said in dat Soft-ass voice of hers.Im thinking to mah self: HOW SHE GIT THIS TYPE OF MONEY?Butt OUTLOUD...Im like: WHO YOU THINK STOLE IT?I dont know for shure. Butt my guess is them THIGPEN Niggaz.Umph.I knew who da Thigpens was I just didnt figger they would be into PUSSY like dat. At least, not enuff to Steal dat kind of artifact. Sumpen MO had to be UP wit dis shit.Butt whatever was UP it all came DOWN to Pussy.And I wanted to git to da BOTTOM of. "I kept my head back slanted so that I could keep our eyes together. Although, then he managed to arch his back and stay up with me, so then he began caressing my head with both hands. I couldn't look right into his eyes like that, so I brought my head back down and waited for him to shoot.I kept my hands down at the base, too, and held it as tightly as I could. I slowed down my thrusts as much as possible but pressured his wood as much as possible. I got a small headache, but considering how. It wasn’t all about sex; we also went places and did things together, dancing, bowling, movies, exhibitions, shopping, everything, just like a real boyfriend and girlfriend – or indeed a cohabiting couple. It wasn’t all silky smooth either; she was distinctly off for a couple of days after she came in the cafeteria to find me innocently talking to a female member of our study group, and I let her know that I wasn’t at all happy when she was forty minutes late meeting me at a spaghetti house. John who had done the knocking Just stood there and stared at her. Thinking that the late evening breeze was responsible for making her nipples suddenly more evident he muttered something about it being chilly on the doorstep and could they come in and have a quick word.The woman herself appeared mesmerised by the sight of the two fully uniformed officers and meekly stood back to allow them entry.Entering the main room, John immediately noticed a large screened computer in the corner. The image.