" You think he's some kind of serial killer, Lester?" Sam was shocked at the thought. To him, the unique circumstances surrounding Emma Majeski's deat... were just that -- a distinctive motive for an atypical crime."He may not be a serial killer in the sense that he chooses random victims, or just any pretty girl," Lester said. "Maybe he just triggers off of women who do what our girl did... women who show it off a little too much."Sam was listening intently. He'd always respected Lester's basic. Boudinot and his stooge, Colonel Coley, will be much harder to find information on, I’m sure,” I told him.“What do those two have to do with it?” he asked in a skeptical voice. “They are part of those trying to hide the fact that there actually is Magic, and that the government is actually using it,” he finished.“Dr. Boudinot is the actual head of the Anti-Magic League. What better way to hide than to become part of the team denying the existence of Magic, and using Psychological means to. Ha haa...”She turns back to him and wraps her arms around his neck again, almost a wrestling move, stopping him from kissing her because his head is now behind hers, her little tits mashed up against his furry chest... “That feels nice ... Eh? Does it feel nice for you?” She chirps, holding him close, one stumpy arm on his neck, the other reaching down his side ... Enjoying that hair against her flesh – her furry side really coming out... Then she slowly, carefully, slips out from under his. She arched her head back and turned her face to meet his as a second finger penetrated her slippery channel.Their lips clashed together in a hungry lust and then their mouths opened as they tried to force their tongues together. "Oh baby...yes," Chrissie moaned as Bobby moved his lips to a quivering breast and sucked a taut nipple into his moist mouth."No Bobby...noooo," she cried as he slipped to his knees and brought his tongue to her sex. He had to hold her ass cheeks in his strong hands or.