While sitting there she tried to think about what she was going to do. Finding her laptop conveniently placed on the kitchen counter she grabbed it a...d started searching the internet for psychiatrists but something else caught her eye. She had found a chatroom where adults could chat anonymously to doctors and therapists about all sorts of topics. Not knowing what else to do she entered several discussion and gave full details about her situation and asked for advice the responses shocked. "Give ... give me ... the sp-special," she said clenching her fists as she climaxed."Ooohhhhh," Kimberly uncontrollably sighed when Steve pulled the breadstick from her gushing pussy. He shifted it under the tablecloth to his other hand and held it up to Kimberly's face."Try one of these breadsticks," he said. "They have a unique flavor."Kimberly saw the moisture on the breadstick and quickly looked up at the waiter. He was waiting patiently. She opened her mouth and Steve laid it on her. It was all over my crotch area, matting down what little pubic hair I had. It coated Tommy’s gorgeous dick and there was even some foam on it from the intensity of our pumping. There were wet spots on the sheets, the pillow cases, and on Tommy’s shirt, which somehow ended up under us at some point. The mess was evidence of our lust for each other. It was like a damn burst. After that, we went at it like rabbits whenever we could. Tommy couldn’t keep his hands off my ass and I loved that. His brown eyes had been half closed, his fingers stroking down her arm as he told her to hurry back to him. He wanted to hold her as he slept, he'd said.She had slept with him. She couldn't get the thought out of her head. She had slept with a killer. No, she hadn't slept with him. They hadn't had much of a chance to sleep. She'd fucked a killer and had enjoyed every moment of it."Yeah, baby," Justin said, running his hand through her hair. "We have to bring him in. But you won't be there. I'll.