She rose to join them, but Jack,Sandra's husband, held her back."Why don't we sit here awhile, Jenny," he said. "I just want to tell you that we're gl...d to have you and your husband join us tonight. We hope that after tonight you'll want to be a permanent member of our group." A permanent member? I don't understand," said Jenny, still unsure of the situation."Come on, let's join the others," said Jack.He led her into the living room. It was dark. She saw that the shades were pulled shut and all. Please leave me alone" Ishouted at her. "Now, now, slave" my wife said as she brought the tea upstairs,"show the woman some respect." She brought the tea in as the policewoman lifted the glass panel, kicked her shoes off with and air ofindifference and then sighed with relied as she planted her sweatyfeet across my nose. "Aah! That's good" she sighed as she rubbed herfeet all over my face. The smell was terrible and I struggled with noeffect to move my face away. "I hoped you weren't joking. Jeff grabbed the lighter out of his brother’s hand and with a sly grin said, ?Hey watch this!? He applied the flame to the tip of Michael’s cock. Naturally, they found such clowning around to be hilarious. Boys will be boys, I guess!They’d never seen a dead body before and I let them examine it all they wanted. Michael didn’t object (hee-hee). They were upset at all; they both found death pretty cool. The boys made fun of his nakedness, of his smooth girly body, of his tiny cock, and painted. Jack Morgan” with no luck. “Laura Morgan” didn’t get any useful hits either, but there were a shitload of Laura Morgans that popped up, including some Facebook pages. None of them were her.“OK,” let’s try “John Morgan.” The trouble with Google is TMI. There is more chaff than substance, unless you know specifically what you are looking for.I had heard Laura say that her husband was an investment advisor, so added that as search term.Bingo!Most of the stuff was business-related, but a few were.