"You better start being nice to me, Sammy. I can be a real thorn in your backside if you're not." What are you talking about? I'm nice to you," I coun...ered. "I invited you to stay with me while you're here, didn't I? And, I offered to be your sounding board before you hop in bed with the next guy that asks you." You're a good friend, Sammy. It's the way you order me around like I'm a child that I object to." What did you mean about being a thorn in my side?"Her laugh was sinister. "Twenty years. She did put it on me to decide, though. And I think she expects me to, well, behave, I guess.”“Behave?” Bethany asked with an arched eyebrow.“Not screw every girl in sight,” I chuckled. “As much as she hates it, she can handle you, Karin, Joyce, and even Elyse, should anything happen there. But she doesn’t want to know. Not like Jennifer, or, to a lesser extent, you. So I’ll keep it low key, assuming I do anything with anyone besides you.”“Interesting. I thought you and Pam might get together. Mean while i have started my imagination and started a virtual story. .i.e how i and my friends use to spend our time together and have booze together and wondering to have sex with others wife or any Indian bhabhi’s who is having big boobs like you.So i have started the story with her and used to tell her how my friends are eager to fuck and fantasize and parallel i have started rubbing her boobs hard and put my lund(penis) on her thigh and start rubbing my lund on her chut(Cunt).Initial she. The owner of said prints is either a cold blooded killer, or the dumbest son-of-a-bitch cop in the world!"The cop blushed slightly as he went out the door with my .44 Magnum in one hand and another of my fucking doughnuts in the other!"This is beginning to jell nicely," chuckled the detective as he watched strawberry filling drip off the end of June's nose and onto the kitchen table near the box of doughnuts. "No pun intended. Morgan was shot with a .44 Magnum. How is it that you own a .44, Mr..