She had that bag she seemed to carry all the time, which she had shown us at the school that carried all of her investigative stuff. I had to think o... the fly. I had never killed someone close to home, much less in the house, so I decided to go on instinct. I opened the door, and she introduced herself. I said that I had heard her speak before, and admired her work. I took her into the living room, where I had thrown an afghan over the pictures and underwear. I asked if she would like a. She chattered about this, that and everything on the way home, as she always did when we travelled, but when we turned into the drive, she floored me."Kevin, I haven't forgotten. I hesitate to say it, but I know we have to talk."You had to love her. She never ducked unpleasant chores.I turned the engine off."Let's unpack and get some coffee, then we can chat over coffee and biscuits."More coffee! What was I doing? Actually I knew she loved coffee in the morning, and it was only two hours past. Almost like it was in slow motion, I said to her, “A lapdance from a woman like you would be priceless.” And she smiled, she walked even closer to me and gently brought me over to the couch and had me sit down. She leaned forward and touched my cock, rubbing it through my pants, “Unlike the strip club,” she said, “You can get totally naked Jay.” She helped me take my shirt off as she stood back up. She walked over to the front door and locked it, turning down some lights as she made her way. "Do you like this big cock in your pussy?" you growl into my ear. "Oh God, yes!" I moan loudly as I arch my back and push my hips back in time to meet with your thrusts. I can feel another orgasm rising, and I gasp as I try to reach for it. Your hand comes down to spank my ass as you lean back a little. "Yeah, take that big fucking cock," you cackle as you feel the effect your movements are having on me.My cries start to get louder as you start to pound your cock in harder. You pull my hair.