Several times during the morning I went back and looked at the photos of Sweet Cheeks. At lunch I looked closely at every woman in the cafeteria tryin... to find a hint that one of them could be LMSC, but I came up with nothing. I did see a dozen or so ladies I would have liked to take home with me for some further investigation, but none I could match to the photos on my computer.Just before quitting time I composed an e-mail to Sweet Cheeks. "Do we work for the same company? If so I can't. Of the Threm clan. You... your clothing... you are the man that killed Threm!" His voice became even more frightened, hardly even coherent."I will be the man that killed Iega if you don't calm down!" I threatened.He swallowed twice then nodded once again."Good," I said, "Now, what are you doing out here all alone?" I... I was in the camp when you killed Threm." He swallowed again before continuing, "We ran... to find Broc. What else could we do? A spear that kills without a man... and... and.... The only other thing she could feel was the increasing pleasure from her now wet and clutching depths. His large cock managed to fill every inch of her warm velvety depths as he plunges himself inside of her. She feels one of her arms being pulled back behind her back as she weakly struggles against him. In her mind she knew who her attacker was, they'd talked and fantasized about it for quite some time. She knew he'd let her up soon as he continued to plow himself into her. Instead of. She placed her fingers over the velvety smooth hair and slowly stroked the dark black carpet. She sat there marveling at beauty of it, trimmed and manicured so soft and lovely. Noticing a few sparse grey hairs, she smiled at how young Julia's body looked and felt. Never having a lover older than herself, she was glad Julia had invited her into the room. She leaned down and softly kissed it, enjoying the feel of the hairs on her lips. Rising above it, she blew her warm breath on it and noticed a.