Her body told me she was enjoy this second time more. Michelle’s nice tits were still in my mouth. After a few minutes, her movements became aggres...ive. Her second orgasm, the gushing of her juices and the shaking of her body lasted for over a minute. Michelle licked her juices off my cock them kissed me before she left the room. As I opened the door and joined everyone, Richelle came up to me with a big hug. “Po. I want to go upstairs with you.” I followed her upstairs. In seconds we were. The first thing he did was blip the siren at the gate so she'd know he was there. The second thing he did was call out, "Jo, it's the Sheriff, can I come up to the house?" The third thing he did was ignore the blood trail from halfway up the walk: the body was on the porch and that's all he cared about. Fourth, he asked, politely, he noticed Jo had her right hand behind her skirt. "How many rounds, Jo." Two." The Smith was on the freezer, open, with four live rounds and two hulls. "Sheriff,. “Well, that was really fun” mom slurred, spilling a little of her wine on the tile floor. “It was fun, thanks” I told her and gave her a big hug. As she hugged me I realized I was supporting more of her weight than she was. “C’mon, let me help you to your room.” I tucked my arm around her and helped her up the stairs, walked her into her bedroom and sat her on bed. She fumbled with the covers, then crawled under them; clothes still on. I turned off her light and shut the door as I left, then. "Whatcha readin' kiddo?" It was a skinny young woman about my age, her hair done up in ringlets, loudly chewing gum."Nabokov's 'Bend Sinister.' It's about -- " Never hoid of a Nobby Cop. Not too much interested in books, anyway. Ain't read none since I got outta school, and din't much read even before. 'Classics Illustrated, ' ya know. You're cute, though. Wanna dance?"I knew all too well. Many of my classmates assiduously read 'Classics Illustrated' comics to avoid having to read the actual.