"Jenni wouldnt have even known it if Justin hadn't hit that bump and made me shift to catch myself, and I wouldn't have gasped if the AC wasn't on hig... and pointed at just the right angle to blow the cool air up my skirt and over my pussy" She sighed to herself as they pulled up in front of their trailer. "It wasn't anyone's fault but my own. If I would have stood up for myself it wouldn't have happened." She started to tear up thinking. But deep down she knew the truth why she didnt. Deep down. .." He clamped his mouth shut, staring daggers at Jenna as he realized what he'd said. "Never mind that, it'll quit." Why'd you do it, Worth? Why'd you kill those innocent girls?" Jenna asked him, moving a little closer, her voice pitched low and intimate.For a minute she didn't think he would answer, then suddenly it seemed to almost burst out of him. "Because of you, you bitch. All those years, you never even saw me. All those letters I sent you, all the nights I spent alone because of you.. The fingers in my pussy moving around and thrusting in and out so deep that I can feel my favorite fucking my ass from inside. I deeply wish this could go on forever but I know my body and it’s giving me all the signals of being so damn close to Cumin. My minds screams that it’s too soon, wanting to draw this pleasure out even more but my body once again doesn’t give a damn and moves on its own. Wanting what I’ve been teasing it all damn day.My whole body is shaking as I fuck myself hard, and I. His bed was just too convenient for trysts. It was out of the way; therefore the participants were unlikely to be interrupted. It was just the right height. It was sturdy, easily able to hold two bodies. And the lid was polished and smooth. No splinters.But they forget, or don't care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to.