They came to their senses at the same time and looked at each other and the mess they had made in mutual confusion.“I can’t believe I really let y...u fuck me.”Jonas laughed. “Yeah, me neither.”“I haven’t had such a slutty day in ages. Hey, listen.”“Yeah?”“I really shouldn’t tell you this, but since I seem to be a slut today I might be a helpful one. My daughter really, really wants you to do to her what you just did to me.”“If that is true she’s doing a damn fine job of hiding it.”“It’s true. This meant I'd have to work Friday, and miss the do. At least until the last of the regulars went home - usually about 8pm.Friday I'd left my car at home, and so had a couple of drinks while the shift dragged on. It was ten to eight when I said goodnight to the last of the customers, and almost half past by the time I'd cleared up and locked the place down.I trudged up the road just in time to see my bus home leaving the stop. The timetable said I had an hour to kill, so I walked into the. The size of her stomach pushes her away. Peter repositions and pins down her head. Her legs fly away from his cock and cum flies out her rear end. P: Tink! It went though you! T: Noo! Don’t let it do that! Pete! You have to plug the hole!Peter presses his finger against her butt. Then watches her stomach expand. Peter’s cock still throbs. Tinker Bell fights for her life. The lack of oxygen was getting to her. T: Peter, I can’t breathe!P: I’m almost done Tink!T: I’m gonna drown! P: Just turn all. "The smug smile grew even larger as the phone was replaced into its cradle. Kenny MacGovern's world was about to collapse around him.Kenny sat opposite DI Roger Black in the interview room. Another policeman, this one uniformed, stood with his back against the wall and to the side of the door. Kenny had already been reminded of his rights and advised that the interview would be recorded. He had decided to go ahead with the interrogation without the need for a solicitor - somehow he thought that.