"Mrs. Edwards said that she heard you two arguing, and then a gunshot," I asked."That's right, sir," Damn back to two word answers or maybe three," I ...rilliantly concluded. At this rate, they will be in their 70's by time I done questioning them."OK new style of questioning," I concluded."Since you two don't want to discuss this, get out of bed and let's go to the station," I yelled."Naked????" they both exclaimed."Yes," was my reply. Well that got them talking.Now, I couldn't shut them up.. He looked around for Beverly, but her cute little frown was between some other guy’s legs—the same guy the assistant was blowing earlier. Did that jerk even know Dean, or is he here just to cockblock me?Then Harold realized the obvious: Victoria was perfectly capable of mourning her husband with her mouth full. He was hopeless in consoling her but providing a distraction, that he could do.With tenderness and care, Harold helped Victoria to her knees. The sobbing woman thought she was being. One long heave and MaryAnn found the leather harness slapped up against Sally's raised ass cheeks."Mmmmmmmuuuummmmphhhhhh," Sally said again. She began to buck wildly back and forth. MaryAnn would draw back for another stroke and Sally would lean forward, engulfing Achmed's cock until her nose touched his groin. Then as the busty woman thrust forward, the smaller brunette slammed her hips back to meet her. At the same time, Sally's lips remained locked on Achmed. His eyes were open now but. I slid the biscuits into the oven and watched the bacon. Once the first batch of bacon was cooked, I put the pieces on a paper towel and started a second batch. “Alice, would you get the mustard from the fridge?” She nodded and did so. She located plates and set the table for us.We sat down to eat after I blessed the meal. The bacon was so thick that it was almost ham. Alice dug in. After her first biscuit, she added mustard. She murmured, “That’s better even.” She looked at me. “This is so.