One story chronicles the string of murders. Another story lists some details that all the murders have in common. Still another story discusses what t...e police have done thus far to locate the killer. But the biggest story is about the latest victim who was left on the side of Interstate 10 near where it crosses the Little Irish Bayou. A man who was picking up his crawfish nets in the Irish Bayou Lagoon claimed to have seen the man dump the body. He said at first he thought the man he saw was. She was dressed in a nighty that was almost transparent, Her tit (I found out later) were 36D with some nice nipples protruding from the silky fabric, After the pleasantry introductions and 30 min of getting to know one another, Bill asked Joan to lift her nightty to show me her treasured, that when I saw a sweet pussy covered by a nice carpet of strawberry blond dental floss, he asked if I liked what I see and I said of course, he then asked me to disrobe and show them my body, off with the. I grabbed a napkin, wiped myself dry and then made him another cup.When I returned he had resumed his place in bed. I handed him the cup. "Here you are, Master," with perhaps just a hint of peevishness in my voice.His smile was indulgent, then looking me over and his face hardened. "Did you wipe yourself?" Yes master. It was trickling down my thigh and felt uncomfortable." Slave understand this. That is not your body. That is my body. You will do with it what I wish. Understood?" Yes Master". I'd massaged all the cum out of him. I loved feeling him in me.It was the best thing in the world.“I love you, Mike,” I panted. “And I love you, Kat.”“Love you, Mommy!” our daughter moaned.“Mmm, I love you both,” Mike said, stroking me as his cock softened in my pussy. “I can't believe what a naughty wife you are.“Oh, you have no idea,” I said, rising up. “You haven't had our daughter's asshole. Yet.”My husband groaned.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MikeMy wife straddled my daughter as I shoved a.