“I love you,” I said, into the quiet darkness of the abandoned room, my voice almost lost in the thunderous sound of Sally’s snoring (a sound we...had all grown so used to as to make it nearly unnoticed.)I remained that way for sometime, simply caressing Virginia until, at last, I too fell asleep.And in the morning, I was roused by two guards on suspicion of murder.The two guards escorted me through the city without my hands in cuffs or bondage. This might have been the only thing to keep my. Until I push two fingers inside you - then you’re looking at me. When you utter just one word “more”, you kiss me with your tongue and lips and entire head pushing into mine and I go insane. Four, maybe five fingers in your soaking wet cunt -at least one of them yours, moving independently, pushing, stretching, scratching, making you pulse for something else, banishing all thought except to be fucked by me.But not yet. First, I want you to cum on my tongue. You have to let go of my cock - we’re. Jennifer and I had developed a taste for Bluegrass and this was a chance to let the kids experience live music. Everyone enjoyed themselves immensely.As we meandered around the country, we made sure to visit with both of Jennifer’s families where we were warmly welcomed by all. A visit to my ex-wife and her family gave us a chance to meet a daughter-in-law (Ken’s wife) who we’d only seen pictures of as well as the grandchildren.While we’d really enjoyed our trip, we were oh so glad to be home.. Mrs. April Hawthorn was short, skinny as a rail, had black hair, and appeared to have a sky-high IQ.She had last seen her husband about three months ago as he left to play golf at one of the poshest golf courses in the Atlanta area. He was a real estate developer and was going to play golf with a client. He was due back that evening, scheduled to have dinner and attend a play with some city officials and their wives. He never showed up.Mrs. Hawthorn had filed a missing-persons report with the.