“What can we scratch off Timmy’s list?” She made a show of reading, making different faces for each item she read. Occasionally she uttered, "Oh...my" or, "Wow," or shake her head as if in disbelief. She walked over to Pam and asked, “What do you think? Maybe this one to start?” Pam nodded, then pointed to another item on the list. “Or this one and then this one.” I felt like a lab specimen, waiting to see what was in store for me. Apparently Dale had no say in the matter either. I began to get. She went to the bathroom and came back hugged me kissing me all over my face,“Shiva, You filled me, filled the void in me, and fulfilled me. I sat on the bed and she put her head in my lap and lay down on the bed, my hands caressing and fondling her big breasts. Do you know, what could be the plausible reason for my son to end his life?”I said, “I don’t know.”Padma said, “He couldn’t fuck his wife, the first night”“Is that so? Amma” I said“It is. He is not like you. I wish he had a cock like. ’ ‘I lied……’ and grabbing her arm he pulled her over to the bike, climbed on and waited for her to do the same. ‘Get on the bike sugar let’s get going…..as soon as you tell me your side of the story, I’ll tell you mine.’ * Edward Derosa looked down at the file and the throwaway Pay as you Talk mobile phone on the passenger seat of his car and smiled. It had all gone off to plan. The man he had hired to steal the file would end up charged with murder when caught in the house by the police. The. " I know." So?" I can't." Then it's time to play bim-bo. That's right, it's time to play bim-bo." Please no, omigod omigod, I can feel...slipping...help," her voicewavered between normal and bimbo, with the bimbo rapidly gainingstrength. "Stay away...away...help me...that feels sogood...no...stop...pleas...plea...bim..bo. Tittie...fuck."The bimbo voice was back and the light went out of her eyes, replaced bya vapid lust. I didn't stop my fondling."Ooohh...Tittiefuck likes to fuck." I thought.