Pamela disappeared behind the shower curtain, and Alan followed, busying himself with looking for a place to put the bottles while she faced the showe... head and got her hair wet. But there is something about a woman with both hands in her hair, elbows out, breasts presented; Alan's hands found them without his conscious thought. She flicked forward, instinctively, but he murmured, "Shhhhh, I'll be good. Let me know when you want shampoo."Aside from that, the shower went basically without. Crime scene's identical. Genitals gone, internal organs gone, body naked, no real signs of a struggle, no incisions except at the ... uh ... crotch."Ostand winced. "The Deputy Mayor," he said softly, shaking his head. "The fucking Deputy Mayor is vic number eight. As soon as the press gets hold of this, the whole thing's gonna come out. And what do we have for suspects? Nothing."Tuesday 13 MayHe had sworn to himself he wouldn't ever visit the park again.Then he swore to himself he would only. Then, keeping his touch feather-light, he began stroking her silken skin, trailing his fingers from her shoulders all the way down to her wonderfully formed buttocks. It wasn’t long before she murmured softly and stirred. When she did, he slid over, pressed himself against her, and felt his erection nudging into the cleft between her buttocks. ‘Good morning,’ he whispered as he slid his hand down onto her chest and lovingly cupped one of her breasts. ‘Good…morning, my darling,’ Karen replied.. She groaned into the tongue trying to lick her throat as she let herself fall into the abyss of orgasm. Jo felt the abyss envelope her, taking her deeper down towards the bottom, crashing against the ground her body released as she coated her insides and clamped down hard on the shaft invading her. She felt him pulse, heard him groan and plunge deeper and tighter to her body, a moan vibrated her tongue, but was not from her. Ryan felt her walls narrow and crush down upon him as she flooded.