I had to let go of Dave, to allow my hands to stroke lizzie's soft downy buttocks, parting them now and then to give my Tongue better purchase into he... oozing wet hole. Lizzie's hands now kneaded my knees as this helped her with balance too, but before long she could stand being a prickless cunt no more and tore her bottom end from my mouth and raised her dripping pussy over my haunches ready to plunge her hungry hole down on my slippery love pole.Dave now hove into view again, offering his. He noticed my behavior, “I will be right back” he said and went inside.“What the fuck, Rafat?! You want to blow this or want to do this?”, I asked myself.He came back after a few minutes and was carrying some juice with him. He took a sip and kept the glass on the ground.He held my hands, stood me up, and quickly pulled me towards himself. I landed in his lap, my hand on his shoulder and stomach. I could feel the muscles from over his t-shirt.He pulled me closer and kissed me again, this time. He didn’t prepare me for what I was to see next. A body sprawled face down on the bed. There was blood all over the place and the person had obviously been shot through the head from close range. Detective Bentley grabbed the hair of the deceased person and raised the head, ‘Do you recognise this person?’ ‘Bloody Hell!’ I was looking at what was left of the face of my wife, my dead wife. ‘That’s my wife.’ I sat down in a chair that was in the corner. ‘Mister Challiner, what was your wife doing. One of the things that kept Catherine constantly in need of sex was her post-pregnancy condition of nursing her newborn baby. Catherine found that having her baby at her milky breasts was one of the strongest aphrodisiacs she'd ever experienced. Another turn-on was working around all of the hotties on the show, JAG, with her. Catherine knew that all of the men on the show might not be considered hotties by the viewers, but she found being around all the guys in their uniforms to be a total.