Your friendly neighborhood big and tall, openly bisexual erotic fiction writer. I have some very interesting news. My parents are finally dead. And I ...ouldn’t be happier. Oh, and I had nothing to do with it. Seriously. They’ve both been a thorn in my side my entire life. My father died of complications from diabetes. He was a skirt-chasing and loud-mouthed bastard who thought he was better than everybody. He always had at least three girlfriends stashed somewhere. He was always chasing these. I gasped, because I wanted to scream and could not. Pam's earlier order still constrained me.The pleasure of coming didn't stop, I may have come two or three times kneeling there, until Pam ordered sharply, "Enough!" I came near to swooning; swooning being the right word when a girl faints from pleasure, isn't it?I collapsed almost senseless on the floor of Amy's delicately decorated bedroom. My bedroom. What was going to become of me now? Would I ever get back to my safe, boring little. “I’m not guilty, but I’m not stupid neither. Tell me about this deal of yours. Knowledge is power, yeah?”Henry smiled and sat back down. “Mr. Browning, we’ve got your prints on the device that killed Latonya and Jabar Orson. That’s plenty to get us a search warrant of your home, where I’m guessing we’ll find the detonator. Game over. We got you for double homicide. Oh, and Jabar Orson was only ten years old. You might want to ask Mr. Brnovich over there what that means.”Browning’s eyes. I'm always in her dirty wash basket when we visit licking her bra cups and panties and have a walk into them then rub my spunk into the gusset then put them back and carry on with our visit. I've done it for years.This summer I was off work and about to take the dog when there was a knock on the door. I hope ed the door and there stood my sis in law looking so sexy in a red dress with white polka dots and a pair of birkenstock sandals showing off her sexy red toe nails and feet.We exchanged a.