None of them had the effect on me that you just did and I don't want someone around the house simply to keep me company." Do you want to tell? Why you...don't want a man around the house. You were married, weren't you?"I hesitated. That was my private Hell and I wanted it to stay dead and buried. But Marc's private Hell was with him whenever he looked in the mirror or when people stared at his face."I was glad when the drink killed him. It took him ten years. Ten years out of my life." Why did. He sank into her throat, she pulled him back, then pulled him deep again until he started thrusting! “Judy!..Ohhhh...Pussy throat”, he moaned as he stroked! “I didn't imagine...But you're doing it!...Ohhhh God”, he groaned loudly. He squatted lower getting really comfortable and face fucked her like a raging bull! “You have to be my girl!..I won't take no for an answer!...Everything about you I like!..Be mine and let me adore you”. In a minute he slammed into her throat bombing cum wads right. It was a huge open room with a couple of couches set up around a tv, his bed in the corner, and laundry strewn everywhere in typical teenager fashion. I’d been down here dozens of times, but I was getting butterflies now thinking about where the night would go. Dylan sat down on the couch, sipping his beer and I followed suit, instinctively sitting on the far side like I normally would. I instantly regretted it, wishing I’d sat right next to him, but I didn’t want to slide over now and seem too. When the detective asked why he would let a minor consume alcohol, it gave Mercer a chance to use his classic "I'm a Libertarian so I don't make a habit of telling people what they can and can't do" speech, which while garnering a few laughs, didn't really help his case.But, and Mercer was very focused on this fact, Hunter was still alive when he took off. It took a long time of arguing, stonewalling, etc., but the LAPD finally took Mercer at his word once the time of death became clear.As it.