”“True but you want to know what they know, so we make some educated guesses. Way over ninety percent of murder victims know their killers. A high...percentage are actually related either by blood or marriage. This was a family annihilation, so the odds say we look at the family members. The ones who are still living first, then spread out to friends and strangers.”I rang up my geek. ‘Hello there, it’s Ed Rogers how is my credit?” I asked.“Not worth a damn, but what do you want,” he asked.I gave. Yes she was fat probably 15 stone and only 5'3".She turned to face me after I'd locked the door, as I slid my arm around her waist we began to kiss, snogging away I put my tongue in her mouth and she had her hand in my hair. I moved my hand onto her ample tits, she must have been a 36B, fondling away she was moaning. I lifted her jumper off over her head and felt her tits through her black bra.I soon discarded her bra and was feeling her tits, bending down to suck and lick her nipples she still. As the movie finished she laid back against the headboard and questioned me on what to watch next. Shortly into our next movie, she placed her hand on my thigh and my heart rate shot up. "Thank you for letting me come over..." She gazed at me as I stared at her hand, "I know this is probably difficult after everything we've...done." Looking up at her our eyes locked and I just knew that my pussy was soaking my panties. She looked down at my lips and leaned in kissing my lips; I stared wide-eyed. She spoke to him without turning.“Good morning, Harold.”“Good morning, wife.”Harold planted gentle kisses on her neck as he felt her curves up and down. Margaret’s cheeks grew red as he lavished her with attention. His hands felt wonderful through her frilly frock top and long cotton skirt. She rubbed her ass back on his body, her arousal increasing steadily.“Someone’s hungry this morning!” She turned to face her broad shouldered man. He was wearing his usual overalls and plaid shirt. A wide.