‘What do you need, Lieutenant?’ ‘A cowbell hung around her neck?’ Mike offered but no one acknowledged the observation. ‘Pat, the vice-princ...pal, Mr. Simmons, over at Fraser Middle School in Dale just called. There has been a guy coming by checking out the kids while they are out during their lunch break. He believes it’s Leonard Strickland. Can you go check it out for me? My usual person is in court this afternoon.’ Without a pause, Pat moved off past the lieutenant. ‘On it.’ She stopped as. My prick was proud of what it had been doing to please Mae for a long time, but now it shivered and expanded in girth as my balls swelled and pushed a stream of semen out the head of my prick into Mae, while she simultaneously responded with a gush of juice from her pussy. The Clouds mushroomed and the Rain pounded our senses.We never made love again after that day. Mae went home later that afternoon after we had cuddled back to sleep, awakening to shower and, almost without speaking, to hold. Leanne had pulled his hair backwith two hair combs so the mass of curls were at the back of his head. Afew bobbi pins were added and a large red bow was attached with theribbons hanging down his back. The tendril curls were still in front ofeach ear and Leanne pulled strands of hair in the front, top and sidesthat seductively fell across Martin's face. Martin found he wasconstantly having to push the hair back behind his ear with his fingers.Martin looked at his hands. It was the longest. She still smiled at the camera, but the expressionnever seemed to reach her eyes."Johnathan died of a heart attack," a voice from right behind me said.I jumped, nearly knocking the last photo off the ledge as I squealedlike a teenage girl, which I was, who just found a spider on her arm. Ispun around to find the woman from the photos standing right behind me.She was a bit older than in the last picture. Now, I would guess her tobe in her mid-to-late sixties. Her formerly long, chestnut brown.