Ron had been right. Mrs. Wilson's pussy was very very slippery. She moved her foot back to the floor and pushed me back onto the bed. "Move back on ...he bed Peter. I need to fuck that beautiful cock you have. You don't mind do you?"I shook my head no. Mrs Wilson crawled over me, her tits dangling down toward my face. I saw them for sure, but I watched as she grasped my cock and lowered that slippery slit down to it. I gasped as I felt the warm slippery insides of her pussy engulf my cock.. Tana pirralanu nenu na jeevithamlo lo 1st time chusame.. Enta bagunai ante matalo chepalenu.. Thana pooku ruddi ruddi. Ma nanna mela pant ipparu ippi drayer ippi sulli baitiki teesadu..ma daddy sulli koda pedaga ne undi kani loose ga undi..long streched undi,,ma amma sulli ni patukoni vulgar language matladadam modalupetiindi..Ma nanna ma ammanu lanje annandu maa amma sulli ni kottuthu boothulu matladindi.. Ma amma sulli ni chekuthunte abha kevvv keka.. Taravatha motham batalu vippi kinda. "They haven't entered the chamber yet, if they do then they're going to find several bodies inside it, all killed by Marcus Anderson, he's the one who sent them in there to get rid of them, that's where Perkins ended up." I said.He stared at me, "You're sure of this?" he asked incredulous and then his tone changed, "You are sure of this. I'm going to be sending out a team to clear that room, is there anything you can do for them?" He asked."The only thing I can do is to pull the bodies away. “Brandon, I should rip your head off,” the man growled, his voice sound just like Doug's. Maybe a little less gravelly. It was Doug. But how? “Did you even think for a moment what would happen to me when you sent those photos to the media.” “Wh-why would that b-be a problem?” I stammered. “Please, you're hurting me, Doug.” “Because Mark captured me,” the impossibly young Doug growled. “He sent me to kill you, Brandon! Did you give one fucking thought about me. I could be dead right now, no.