The cum has nowhere to go so it coats my pulsing cock. As Lily feels my juices flowing into her pussy it clamps down on me and she cries out with a jo... as she cums on my dick. I slowly pull my cum drenched cock out of her dripping pussy once her orgasm subsides and pull my shorts back up as Lily is doing the same with hers. I don’t know what to say at this point and Lily realizes this and tells me I better get back to my party before I’m missed.As I close the door to the garage Nicki walks. Jen looked at him and he smiled. “You, they call Madonna. Not for the singer, but for the religious one. You held a baby once for a mother, just as the sun was going down. You seemed to glow, and Preacher saw you. He declared you a modern Madonna, the symbol of hope and renewal. He even preaches sermons about you now and then, says you’re proof saints still walk on earth.”Jen glowed with pleasure and embarrassment in equal measure. “And Dean?”Shaggy seemed reticent, somehow. “Him, we call. Please accept our deepest and most sincere condolences over yourbrother's loss, otherwise.* * **** 017 PCT PHONE TRANSCRIPT - Conversation between suspect E. RITTERand R. VANDERVELDE ***E. R.: Hello? Ramona??R. V.: I'm here, Ed.E. R.: I did it, Mone. I did what you suggested.R. V.: Did it make you feel any better?E. R.: I hit the wrong person. How do you think I feel?R. V.: You should have been more cautious, but...well, I have toappreciate your little...mistake. I never liked her anyway.E.. One person I was very much looking forward to meeting was her friend Ana. Sheri spoke of Ana often and had commented once or twice to me on how attracted she was to her. She described her to me, but it’s always hard to get an accurate picture of what the person looks like.I remember it was a summer night, hot and muggy. Sheri wore jeans and a tight tank top. The straps of her dark blue bra peeked out from under the tank top straps. Her breasts looked amazing as always. She pulled her hair back.