Jillian seemed to enjoy sliding around in their cum, and her ass and thighs were slimy with it.I could hardly believe her stamina at taking those nine...een loads in either her mouth or pussy, and I loved seeing her pure, animalistic lust when satisfying all of them. This might sound strange, but I felt closer than ever to Jillian that night and had gained a new respect for her unbridled passion and libido. I knew then, more than ever, that I wanted to be a part of her life.It was also clear that. I had already leaked pre-cum as was evident from my wet helmet. My heart was racing like a swift stead, my head felt heavy as though I were intoxicated. I positioned my prick head between my mother’s wet pussy-lips, I knew that there was no return from what I was about to do, I rubbed my helmet against my mother’s slippery cunt – then pushed. ‘Aaahhh’I cried in the pangs of ecstasy. I groaned as my whole 8 inches slid effortlessly into my mother’s tight pussy hole. She let out a slight whimper. If Astrid had been a woman, she would have reported at the first sign. But Alina was ashamed her husband found pleasure with a man. As the missing amounts got bigger, she had aided Jerry and was given a cut for herself; there were tapes of Alina bargaining with Jerry about the price of her silence. That meant she had to die; the question was the manner of her death.I questioned her without revealing what I knew, to see if she could admit guilt and either offer a defense or beg for my. But that's the only clue I can give you. I hope you won't judge me harshly. Perhaps we can converse this way."That started an e-mail conversation. I liked her. I think she liked me. Then one day the conversation took a wholly unexpected, on my part, turn."Dear Secret Admirer, Ok. Since it's not looks, send me a photo." Dear Beautiful Natana, Nice try dear one. A photo. Ok here's a photo of San Francisco. I often have dreams of us together in San Francisco. We have dinner at a nice restaurant..