"Henry Tuttle squeezed his eyes closed, and I made a quick slit in his carotid artery. It wasn't as much fun as I had expected, but I was relieved whe... he was finally dead. I washed my hands in a convenient horse trough and asked at the saloon which horses belonged to Hank and Henry. The swamper pointed them out to me, and I tipped him a nickel; he was right grateful for the money. I tied the bodies across their saddles and headed back toward Willow Run.About half way home, I dumped Hank's body. Asluck would have it, she?d won a vacation packet that be offered by thetourist board in an internet charity raffle.?She was nae help to theinvestigators. True she'd been assaulted, but, other than some bruisesand scrapes, she were in fair shape. AnInspector swore she'd murmured ?Tram Line?, but there?s none in theseparts and she'd fallen silent since. She seemed completely disconnected fromreality. They found no semen, the investigator concluded her assailment hadused ?protection? ta hinder. My family came to the states when I was just 4, now I'm 26. I still maintained my tan bronze skin and straight black hair that falls only 5 inches from my ass, giving me a very Native Indio look. I was wearing at tight black typical night club dress that barely covered my ass and chest complimented by my long black hair in a bun with hight heels and a bracelet.As I entered the party around 10 pm I saw about 50 people in the building as the loud bachata music played. However, I only saw one. “Take care of Blossom, Sweetie.”I pulled back out of my blonde wife and moved to Lynn. She still had her legs pulled up to her chest with her hand between legs. I licked her from her anus up to her clit. She spread her fingers open to give me access. I licked off the juices on her fingers and gave a loving nibble to the dark red clit buried in the strawberry patch.“Thank you, Lover.”I moved over to Blossom and gave her a long, wet lick from her anus to the top of her vulva.“Oh, Terry, I wish.