Hector looked at him. "Man ... you need to learn some English." He sat back in his chair, looking disgusted.Jane was frustrated. The vote had surprise... her, because she thought Fetterman's status as guilty had been agreed upon. Hadn't everybody agreed that she killed the man? Tim's rambling comments had seemed stuffy. She was still nervous about Hector, and hadn't gotten his point."I don't understand," she said suddenly. "She killed the man, right?"There was a nod or two."So what's the problem. My hand was shaking a little as I dialed I heard a deep, rich, man's voice on the other end say hello and how can I help you so I told him hi this is Teddie and I loved your message on FetLife to make a long story short we made a date for that evening he said dress hot but bring another outfit with you also I said okay and hung up and a couple minutes later A text came with his address and after that "can't wait".I did all the things I do before a date enemas, shower, shave and go through my. I attempted to make sense of what a distraught Ray was trying to tell me. A hit and run driver had knocked Francesca down and she was in a coma. She had already lost the baby and the doctors had warned Ray that her condition was such that he should expect the worst. By the time Clare and I got to the hospital, she was already dead.The next few months were utter hell with anger, misery and despair ever present in our lives. Ray remained inconsolable, but slowly, oh so slowly, Clare and I began. I cry out noisily, only becoming aware I’m making any sound when the walls reverberate with it. Still it doesn’t stop. On and on goes the climax. I have to squeeze my thighs together, bucking my pelvis as I press into the other girl’s face. Suddenly her thighs clamp tightly about my head, gripping me so hard I’m trapped completely with my face in her sex, and ears muted by her flesh hear Leesha moan in the moment of her own release.As our orgasms mutually subside we go limp. I realize I’m.