I got a text from her as I was going to my locker to get my books that said the police wouldn’t be bugging me anymore about Lane.Kaley caught up to ...e before I headed out to the busses.“What the hell did you do to Lane? Did you kill her and hide the body or something? The police said she is missing. They asked me a lot of questions. You were the last one I saw with her,” she said accusing me.Ok bitch. You want to make a big scene; I can do that.I raised my voice to match the volume of hers as I. She removed her salwar and bra, started pushing my face into her cleavage and fed her nipples into my mouth. Her other hand was exploring the area around my anus and caressing my balls.I stooped down to bask in the beauty of her milky melons. Salma’s breasts were large, a 34D, and were quite firm for a lady in her thirties. She had perfectly shaped large areola that looked liked chocolate frosting on her milky buns.I planted kisses on her areolae, lubricated them with saliva and sucked on them. As I watched her swish her cute little ass towards the bathroon, I thought whoever the guy was, he was one lucky fella. I turned the radio on and got ready to wait. All women take forever in the bathroom right? Five minutes turned to ten, and suddenly I was woried. Should I get out and see if she is OK? Just as I opened the door, she came out of the bathroom. The first thing I noticed was that she didn't have the pantyhose on that she was wearing before. Again, I worried, thinking she had. It was a shiny and stainless steel minimalist frame with a plexiglass cover that had odd scuffs that created high and low points in the reflection of light. It lacked any warmth, but it was probably real easy to clean with a squirt of Windex and a soft rag.To the left of that between two windows against a wall was another painting. It was long and was beautifully framed. It was in a rich wood frame that was carved with subtle lines. It was chosen with care to compliment the picture within. He.