Leah started first and actually deep throated me, she was pretty good at that, it seemed like she didnt have any gag reflex. While Leah was sucking a...ay, Sarah was going at my balls, she sucked them and fondled with them. After a while I completely forgot that people were around us, clapping and cheering us on. It was Sarahs turn to suck, trying not to be out done, she tried deep throating but gagged half way. I could tell Leah had more experience on blowjobs. But Sarah gave a pretty good. Back in my homicide days, I had quite a reputation forputting together vague clues and coming up with a murderer. After a fewsuccesses, I seemed to get all the really hard cases. I even managed tosolve a majority of them. Of course, there was an eventual cost, one thatdrove me from the force, but there was nothing I could do about that now.So when I left the force, what else could I do but become a private cop?The Rileys had been cops ever since they had immigrated to Chicago backin the last. A short moment later, our waiter arrived. "Good evening everyone. Welcome to the il Porto. My name is Peter and I'll be your server this evening." He reached for a bottle of oil that was on the table and poured a generous amount onto a dipping plate in the center of the table. From his apron he produced a grinder. He twisted the top several times over the dipping plate, leaving a generous helping of herbs and spices floating in the oil."I'll be back in one moment with some fresh baked bread.. I’m sorry for what I did. Please, let’s work this out.” “There’s no way to work this out. You can’t undo what you did,” she said, turning her back on him. She saw him tossing on the couch in the den as the spirit led her away. She woke with a start, as the clock was tolling the quarter hours. It took her a moment to realize she was back on her couch. One chime. Two. Three. Four. She listened to hear the hour. One deep toll. Then silence. “Impossible,” she thought. Looking outside, it was.