Sergeant at Police Station:What is her height?Husband:Gee, I'm not sure. A little over five-feet tall.Sergeant:Weight?Husband:Don't know. Not slim, no... really fat.Sergeant:Color of eyes?Husband:Sort of brown I think. Never really noticed.Sergeant:Color of hair?Husband:Changes a couple times a year. Maybe dark brown now. I can't remember.Sergeant:What was she wearing?Husband:Could have been pants, or maybe a skirt or shorts. I don't know exactly.Sergeant:What kind of car did she go. We got him, though. Not legally. We didn’t press charges. That would have done no good, not with the current laws and the corruption as such. We worked together and we ... killed him. His ashes were scattered somewhere. No one else knows where, but me ... and Jill.“We ... continued the fling for a little while, but neither of us could really look at each other the same. We had killed a man, justifiably or not, and seeing each other reminded each of us of that fact. It was just ... too painful.. Who should I talk to? Deb, of course. It was a shared goal and I had to get used to the idea that she would participate in every decision ... certainly the big ones."Sweetheart, do you feel pressured by my mom into getting engaged?" I asked."A little bit. I think Mom and your mom ganged up on us tonight. I think they've both decided you and I are destined to be together." I think they're right," I said, pulling her close to me. "I think that is our destiny. I love you, Deb, and I want you to be. She seem satisfied, but couldn't help but play with the moist spot in her panties – the cornucopia of sperm from a handful of men that wasn't her husband. The Glutton's intent was to send the Husband home with a pussy full of cum for him to fuck. It's something he has fantasized for a very long time, and may not get an opportunity again. There was plenty of sperm oozing out of her, some of it apparently came out the sides and dripping through the Sluts panties. The Husband thought, “by the time.