Sunday mornings are always quiet here. And there was my ice bucket sitting on my little bench next to the front door. Must have been my new neighbor I...thought and took the ice bucket into the house.In the kitchen I rinsed the bucket and wiped it dry. Put it in the pantry and when I got out I saw her. She was in her backyard, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki cargo pants. She was moving empty boxes out of the house. She has a bit of a tan, Latina I thought but I was not entirely sure. That must. With her hands pressed aganinst John's chiseled stomach, Amy lifted herself up and down at the pace she desired. It felt wonderful. The prior training her pussy had received on the pool table had seasoned her enough to take John's entire length easily now.John placed a hand securely behind Amy's neck and the thumb of his other hand firmly on her clit as she rode him. It did not take long until he felt her body tighten and begin to quiver uncontrollably on top of him. Amy's head pressed back. " Ruffe pointed at the map."All of the other murder sites are accessible by car but not all areaccessible by bus or train, so let's assume our man drives." Robin wrotethis up on the blackboard."Not many working class men around here would own motors. Charlie saidhe sounded posh, so he could be middle class," Ruffe said and Robinchalked that on the blackboard too."The coveralls and duffle coat are nondescript and perfect clothing forwhat he does. He must get a lot of blood on himself. The. "Bye, bye, thank you" he says politely as I accept my purchases from her,"Bye, darling" turning to me she adds, "What a beautiful little girl madam, you're very lucky" Yes, I know" I smile as I think of the fun we're going to have tonight.I sit at my dressing table naked except for a black satin basque, laced as tightly as I'd dared, it makes my breasts bulge out over the top of their lacy cups revealing the painted areola of my aching nipplesHe watches excitedly as I ease the black rubber butt.