"Jules, saved my life, Brent, and someone took his. Goddammit! I want his killer brought to justice! That's why I came here this morning, why I walked...five miles in the dark to be here first thing. Before he was killed, Jules was nervous, which wasn't normal for him. He was an easy-going man, happy, not nervous or frightened, looking over his shoulder all the time. I asked him if there was something wrong, and he said he'd learned something he wasn't supposed to know. He said he couldn't tell. I could smell the herbal shampoo from the doorway. Then she started unbuttoning her dress, which was a clear call for assistance. I set the bottled water down and helped her remove the dress. Underneath I found a familiar silk corset-like foundation garment and red panties. That called for a comment."Why, Miss Schwartz. Were you planning on getting lucky?" I asked, as I unfastened the stays on her stockings.She affected Mae West. "Luck's got nothin' to do with it."I found the foundation much. Your hand continues 2 stroke my shaft& your tongue lathers my oozing glansas i slowly work my wet lips on2 uuntil my taut throat grips your crownthen i slide slowly back away from uuntil just the juicy tip touches my lips...i work my drooling mouth up & downthe entire length of your thick shaftuntil your cock is throbbing obscenelydripping & wet with my slippery saliva& oozing pre-cum all over my tongue...i groan & whimper" fuck me !! i just want u 2 fuck me !!i wanna feel your cock deep inside. “Sore,” I confirmed.“Yeah. We found you with the ice pack on your side,” Lana said, coming to sit on the bed to take a look at it, her fingers gently touching it.“How late did the party go on?” I asked, wanting to distract this line of discussion as quickly as I could.“It was about midnight when Mom and Dad went home,” Beck supplied. I’d gone to the kitchen just after 10, so I figured the party had lasted another hour or so and then cleanup.I nodded and slid out of bed and grabbed my robe to go.