My cock was standing proud, and I saw Kelly looking straight at it, wanting it inside her. I climbed back on the bed, moved between Kelly’s legs, an... embraced her again, as we kissed passionately. This was the kind of kiss that was not just a prelude to lovemaking, but the final overture before two people fuck in earnest. This was where the serious business began, and when the lust was satisfied. It was the point where cock enters cunt, and sperm is delivered. I mounted Kelly, and I was about. The warm water felt good, soothing away her aches and pains. It had been a long day, and tomorrow was going to be an even bigger day. Leah allowed herself to slide down into the tub, submerging her face under the water. The music was muted under the water, and her heartbeat throbbed in her ears. Chapter SixPixel, sat in the upstairs living room. The furniture was from an entirely different generation, but it had aged with perfection. The orange and brown swirling patterns on the couch reminded. Phone records didn’t tell us anything. Anyone who watched television knew about throwaway phones.The FBI processed the cornfield scene pretty thoroughly. No carelessly dropped calendar with a ‘kill Winter Jennings’ notation.Stan’s AutoBody hadn’t had a working security cam. Now they did.I hadn’t asked Bulldog how reliable Legal Stiegel was. There wouldn’t have been an introduction if... I was no longer a too-cool-for-school girl. Every time I turned back to the Macklin case, Cozad Dillinger. That he scripted their encounters with precision. Buying the clothes, setting the scene. She liked the way that he took control of those details. Of all the details of their sex life. In her head, she thought of him as a sort of rolling pin, flattening out the imperfections in her. By maintaining control over these encounters, he allowed her the freedom to be herself. To allow herself to be controlled, to be told what to do. She trusted him completely and he was the perfect combination of.