It didn’t look like a killer’s home. But then what does a killer’s home look like? He followed Al to the rear of the house and through the back ...oor into a small kitchen. “Home sweet home,” Al said without much enthusiasm. “Want a drink? I got beer, bourbon . . .” “Sure, bourbon sounds good.” “Sit.” Al put ice cubes into two glasses and splashed bourbon in them. He carried them to the table and sat opposite John. John’s hand shook a little as he drank. He wondered if Al was nervous too. Al. Zion has been fascinated with her since they met. It was during his very first day of life, as Mr. Clay had been so excited by Zion’s birth that he called his best friend over to witness it as well. She was kind to him from the start, her voice so soft in comparison to Mr. Clay’s high-pitched one, her questions always polite and considering. It took him a while to categorize her behavior as shyness, as he was still learning what everything meant.There is something about her that keeps him. Her whole body stiffened and her hips thrust up off the couch, her firm plump asscheeks suspended in my hands as I continued to munch on her spasming slit.Part 13Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my hot-assed sexy sister as her orgasm flashed through every fiber of her body. Her thighs clamped together on either side my head, holding me so tightly to her orgasming cunt that I could hardly breathe. I sucked up Tracy's spendings and licked her tasty cunthole clean before lifting my head. Once again the kitten on her panties winked at me. Now to see the young oriental beauty that lay beneath. She looked down anxiously, biting her fingernail as I smoothed my hands over her panties, feeling her little warm mound, her taut ass cheeks, but as my fingers gripped the elastic of her panties, she dropped her hands, hovering near mine. ‘It’s ok May, I want to see all of you’. ‘Shy,’she said, biting her lip as she felt her panties being slowly lowered. I had slipped her panties past her.