I heard hermoan, my cue to open my mouth and put the head inside. I felt her handson the back of my head, trying to push me down on it.I stopped my or...l attention. I pulled back, free of her clit. "Nohands. If you use your hands, I'm going to stop."She pulled her hands away.I went back to my work. She didn't have any real taste or smell. Thetexture of her head was soft and spongy, with a hard underside, exactlyas I expected my own cock to feel. I tried to mimic what she had donefor me. Short. Dizzily, I walked over to where Abrams was lying. He was still holding the machete. He was coughing up blood and convulsing. He suddenly grabbed my leg and went to hack at it with the machete. I was faster. I shot him once, the last bullet in the mag, followed by a dead man’s click. The round hit him in the head. His head exploded, covering me in blood and brain matter, and he lay still, finally dead. I just stood there, eyeing him wearily, before dropping the gun. I went through his pockets. I reckoned that to be at work by nine we should be up by seven. I kissed her hair, nuzzling my nose in its long fragrant strands. Teresa murmured in her sleep and pushed her body back against me. My hands had begun to caress and stroke her stomach before one hand cupped a firm warm breast. I felt my arousal push against her buttocks. My free hand soon found its way to her mound and began circling her soft tender lips. Terry was still asleep but her body was reacting to my touch. When I let a. “See you in half an hour.”“Just let me get a shower.”“OK, Bye.”“Hot shit,” I thought, “She’s really coming over again.” Then I had an inspiration. I headed back into his Dad’s den and booted up the computer. Firing up the nanny-cam, I activated it to record when motion was detected in any of the rooms. I also clicked on the “mic” icon, to see if the sound would be recorded, too.Just maybe I could get some better pictures of Laura than the lousy vacation shot from Buddy’s Facebook page. If I.