." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a ...ot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really, but..."Margaret. Rich grunted once, a low, throaty sound that I knew he was trying to conceal from Seth, but I felt him tense, thrust up and begin to come. I can’t usually feel him ejaculating – that is, I can’t feel his cum spurting out and flooding me, although sometimes I get the sense of a wet warmth - but I can certainly feel the powerful spasms of his cock leaping and pumping inside me. If I’m close, it will often tip me over the edge to feel that, and it did that day for sure!It wasn’t a super-orgasm. I intended to keep this up for a little longer, but it suddenly just came over me. I needed this member in my mouth, now. So, I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and didn't stop until I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. Only then did I close my mouth, bringing my tongue up to dance with this dude's dick. He moaned, and I felt happier than I'd been in a long time. I then pulled back, sliding his cock over my lips like a lollipop, before reaching the tip. There, I stopped and. And when I drank a couple of vodkas and Coke I had to make love to you. Can you forgive me?" he begged. This was his only way out, he believed - he had to win her."I don't think I could ever forgive you. You behaved like a bastard. You probably are for all I know. Only that kind of person would sneak vodka into my drink. I suppose it's all I should expect from a truck driver or whatever you are. Or are you a butcher?" All the way from the apartment she had been fretting, her pride outraged by.