Something was wrong. Scouting around with his eyes he espied the funnel, the tube, and the bottle of cleanser. ‘Holy shit,’ he shouted. He ran to ...he phone and dialed 911. He thought they’re going to get tired of me, if this keeps up. He got a dispatcher, ‘Hello. I think I have an attempted suicide or maybe an attempted murder here.’ He gave them the address and went back to Florence. What to do. What should he do? He knew instinctively this was no attempted suicide. Someone had set this up,. "Milt accepted the keys and left with Lee Roy. They drove to the police station and entered. A very pretty young girl barely out of high school sat at the front desk. "May I help you, please?" she asked in a formal voice."Well, yes," Lee Roy answered her. I'm Lee Roy Jones and I work here somewhere. This is Milt Armstrong our new Marshal. Now who are you?" Are you the one who killed those two desperados yesterday?" Her eyes widened."Uh, yes," he answered flatly. This was a subject he did not. She and my dad had a good sexual life.I mostly used to go for tours with my friends.One day when I was back from tour to home, the time was around 12:30 in night as there was only brother and mom at home and were very Happy to See Me after a long time. I went to my room, got refreshed and sat with mom and brother as they were watching TV in hall. We had a good talk after a long time and we went to sleep after 1 hr.Next day morning I woke up at 11 am. Till that time brother had went to college. I had no shyness as his eyes took in my body, but that was probably because I was fascinated by his perfectly straight, completely shaved, thick, seven inch cock which was pointing straight at me. I felt a finger under my chin and I allowed him to lift my gaze to his eyes. You are gorgeous! he whispered softly as he pulled me to him and we kissed under the warm flowing water. Mikes hands, which seemed fixed to my belly last night, quickly descended to my bottom and caressed my small cheeks. I.