"Happy Birthday, Mr. McPherson. Would you like something to eat?" Haw, haw," Scooter tossed his hat on the table, lurched toward a chair, and adjusted...his crotch. "I think we'll get around to having a slice of pie before we're done here, Sweetie."Elsa, dressed in a tight, skimpy dress and heels, served lunch. The men took turns pawing her body as she walked within arm's reach. Laughing and reminiscing, they finished their sandwiches and pushed back from the table. The bulge in Scooter's pants. When he did the editing it was different and often got him ready for his own session with her. He often blew his load into her with visions of other men’s cocks pounding her, or other men’s cum all over her tits, pussy, and arse. “She’s trembling inside!” said John as he walked to the back of the queue and started to time Marcus who was just starting to pound Mariann’s sopping wet cunt.“God, she is!” Marcus agreed.Big Tim was next. “Cum dump time!” he called, “Let’s bake the Supercar’s pie!. They are going to be all over this.’ ‘Oh, shit.’ ‘My feelings exactly. I no commented them, gave them the blah, blah, blah about waiting until the victim’s next of kin had been notified. But you know that they are going to run it as soon as they can bribe, steal, or cheat someone out of the name.’ He sighed in disgust. ‘I know they got a job to do, I read the paper like everybody else. I just wish they would realize that what they do can really fuck up an investigation.’ ‘Did you get a hold of. I grasped her large nipples and pulled as I slithered my tongue deep in and out of her cunt, exploring until as I was sucking and licking my tongue back out Aunt Karen jerked and gasped. Eureka! I knew where her G-spot was and I began to use it.What started out as a gasp and a jerk soon turned into a breathless moan and a pressing rock and then a whimper at which time I could feel her cunt trying to milk my tongue. I moved my lips just so I could suck her clit harder while still my tongue.