This was too easy, though. The deer isn’t supposed to come up and look down the barrel of your shotgun.October 12th, 1995, 10:30 AM MST, Police Head...uarters, Phoenix, AZAt the police station, John walked straight to the detective’s department, and to the desk of Giacobbe “Jack” DiAbbruzzo. Jack was the son of the former chief of the Santa Fe Railroad Police Department, Chief Ottaviano DiAbbruzzo, known by most as Otto Bruiser, although his son was more proud of his Italian heritage, or had more. That massive tool was able to reach all her girly parts. Like the two eager wenches before her she rolled off to the side of Jax’s body and lay flat as little aftershock tremors ran through her body. The last girl got off his face. “Do you still have enough for me?” she asked eyeing that large wet tool. Most of the coating was pussy juice, but there was some of his cum on there too. She unconsciously liked her lips.Getting up he turned the girl around and put her down on all fours and then got. I took the bag upstairs and emptied her dirty clothes into our hamper. I could hear them downstairs, Jules was giving voice to her pleasure and John was panting from exertion.I took off my yellow sun dress and hung it up in our closet. My bra and panties I folded and left on the dresser. John and I had left the bed turned down, so I slipped onto the cool sheets. I listened to them below as things were coming to a climax. I let my fingers descend to slide between my thighs. Jules was crying. “Uhh whaaattt!” I uttered. I was taken off guard, I think it was the way she said IT. She just smiled, laughed and said “No silly, another drink. You know Brian you get really weird sometimes.”“Well, I find it really weird being in your bedroom, in pj’s and drinking vodka, and watching a thunder storm.” I said quietly. She looked at me and smiled. Grabbed her glass filled it and mine and said “Bottoms up.” I did the same with mine and smiled at her. We sat our glasses down and I turned and.