Friday Night, the moment finally came. She was getting ready for the occasion.I instructed her to use red lipstick and wear sexy reveling pink Saree. ...o that she will really look like a slut. She was very happy; I could feel this from her activities. I was also happy that I was going to fulfill her dream. We drove in to the hotel and parked. She was a bit nervous and excited and we pressed the calling bell of the suite. There was a hearty welcome to both of us as we enter; they were stunned to. . We could play some cards or go to a movie or something - anything as long as I can be close to her. I just wish I could tell her how I really feel about her... (Before she could complete the thought, the phone rings.)"Hello?"It's Lis! - "Hey Lis, What's up?" - Talk about timing!Hot date? It can't be her boyfriend, she'd never be that excited about it if it was... and that SOB'd kill her if it was anyone else... - "You have a date tonight... and it's not Jesus? You trying to get. .” Lana said.Becky just shook her head in disbelief. “This is impossible. Did you spike the drink, Rosa?”“No,” she answered, equally breathy.“Coming, Mrs. Teller?” Marissa asked.“Me?” my MILF lover squeaked.“Well, I think you're playing now,” Mei giggled. “I think we all have questions for you, too.”“My mom,” gasped Lana as I reached the base of the stairs. All the girls, even my best friend, were staring at my cock.“Yeah, your Mom,” Rosa said. “She's cool. I mean, she fucked Cassandra.”“Yeah,. ”The evidence was that the hanging was what actually killed Judy but that this was only the final act of violence in a series of horrific abuses that she’d suffered. Inspector Papadopoulos didn’t give an account of the actual lynching, but I have a vivid image in my mind (derived from some of the more gory horror movies I’ve seen) of Judy’s body pulled taut at the neck with her tongue and eyes bulging out from asphyxiation while her last energetic kicks were only helping to hasten her death..