Hi! My name is Carl, and I'm a serial rapist.I have no idea how close the police are to catching me. I always burn down the place as soon as I finish ... rape. I figure forensics is tougher that way. According to The Internet, shows like CSI are causing criminals to act silly. Apparently, most of the time the main tool for catching criminals is fingerprints. DNA is rarely used for evidence. Worse, criminals leave new evidence behind when they try to clean up. So, I use fire instead. Simple, easy. I had a feeling she felt the same. Also, after our night with the Jones couple, I had a feeling Lucy was submissive. If she was, she might be in danger of being forced to do something against her will. Possibly without even realizing it until afterward.It left me with quite a few new responsibilities. Every big decision I made had to be analyzed and reanalyzed for days. I fucking hated it. My evil side wanted to have no strings attached sex with Lucy, but in order to do that, I had to be. I finally came and it was so intense that I collapsed onto the grass. The pool guy was there, still smiling at me.Before I could know, he got closer and put my still hard cock into his young mouth. I looked at Susan; she smiled, saying Aaron would lick me clean…I got hard in just one minute and Susan said it was time for a threesome…She laid on her back and Aaron mounted her missionary. He shoved his hard black cock to the hilt in that mature cunt. Susan looked at me and she grabbed Aaron’s. "You're a big man now and nomistake. Why there ain't an ounce of fat on yer. Your mam'd be proud."Ann beamed, enjoying the complement.They chatted for an hour or so. Ann didn't remember much of Burt's life -barely enough to get by in the conversation - but it enabled him torecall a whole string of details from Burt's childhood. And it was highlyenjoyable interacting with this character from Burt's past and pretendingto be him! He was treated an entirely different way here than he was inGriply.