They said that was the last time they saw or talked to him.I asked them if I could see the shotgun. When they gave me permission, I gave it to my CSI ...or inspection. It had been recently fired.They both claimed that they never had bought shells for it.We searched the apartment, with their permission, and found no other guns or ammunition for the shot gun.I let them get dressed, and we went downtown to continue their questioning.I let them think that I only wanted to talk to them about the. I tensed myself for the pain to come. "Lash!" she cried.I felt something touch me and prepared for the sting of the whip, but in a fraction of a second I realized it was something else entirely-- a tongue, which went up my back, all the way to my neck. I wriggled as it tickled me, and then it went away."Lash!" the cry came again. And another tongue touched my buttock, and then traveled up the crack of my bottom, ending at the base of my spine."Lash!" And a third tongue traveled up my stomach. I. I never went there but one day she invited me to her room. So I went there we just chatted for some time with her friends and had some coffee. I started going to her room frequently and she started coming close to me and one day she kissed me on my lips and that was the green signal for me I also hugged her and gave her a wet kiss on her juicy lips. For about a month hugging, kissing and sucking of breasts went on but nothing further because whenever I sued to ask her for sex she refused so I. Was she imagining that enlarging? The twitch of Jim’s hips came close to being a face-fuck, as she shuffled his cock with her tongue to make him prod into her inner cheek.Oh, fuck, he felt so good and solid in her mouth, and she had to test it, while her fingers gently squeezed his balls, bringing a pleasing moan from him, who was just managing to reach his fingers over her left tit.After all, he had brought to her, Jim was hoping that this sensation in his cock was not just a brief show. He.