"Erm I guess so!"Helen slowly lifted her hand up and stopped short, then grabbed hold of my dick. At first she did nothing but just held it, then she ...lowly started running her finger up and down it then to my suprise she slowly started tossing me off.She gave me an 'is this ok' kinda look. I nodded with agreement as I was totally in shock. I had often fantasised about Helen doing things to me but I never expected it to become reality.Helen got more enthusiastic and was tugging at me harder now. He used spit to lube up his cock and my hole. He licked by black ass for a few minutes, really digging his tongue into my fuck hole. It felt amazing. It's not often I've had a man tongue fuck me. After he was done fucking me with his tongue, he pushed his cock into me. He didn't hole back, he pushed all five inches inside of me without giving me a chance to get used to his girth. He's grunted at me to "take it" and he pounded my ass hard with deep and blunt thrust. I'm groaning into the. " His answer flummoxed her. She snatched up her handbag by its broken strap then made to gather the knife. Steve stopped her curtly. "Don't touch that. It's evidence at the scene. If your fingerprints are on it, he might try and screw you in court by saying it was yours. Leave it exactly where it dropped. Forensic would prefer that."His cold logic rankled her a bit for it demonstrated his insensitive, social dysfunctionality. The man seemed to operate at only one level, namely cold. "Divorced," she said. I smiled, but it was a sardonic smile. I'd be checking to see if she were lying or ignorant of the truth whatever the truth might turn out to be. I doubted she was either lying or ignorant, but one could hope."Okay, you don't wanna try? It's over. I'll call a lawyer in the morning. You sleep in the guestroom tonight," I said. She gave me a look."Wait a minute, wait a minute. Are you implying that there might be a way out for us—for me?" she said."Don't know, you apparently.