.. you will never see me again ... and you will live a long, normal ... happy life." So this man you will kill, what has he done?"I knew her, once she...changed the subject, the subject stayed changed.We often talked about jobs I had been on, or was going on. Not what I did to them, but what they had done to deserve it. She liked hearing about the bastards – like reading a tabloid, I supposed."Elle, not this one, he's a psychopath." Please, tell me." It's horrible ... why would you want to hear. ‘Of course not, Miss…? I had let the sentence falter and my own green eyes met brown. Then she smiled. I wasn’t so sure about that smile, it was seductive – even more so than the rest of that petite frame. I had managed a small smile back. She stood from that chair and took a seat on the desk, leaning back toward me, bottle still in hand. God, she smelled of roses. Roses and rain. I watched in stunned silence as her tongue darted out to lick those lips. The bottle lifted then and she took a sip. "Oh, oh, oh god," she groaned, her cunt clutching me as she bathed us in more wetness. After recovering from that little orgasm she sat back up straight, totally enveloping me in her sweetness. She stayed like that, moving her hips just incrementally. She reached down and found my hands on her hips, loosening my grip and sliding them up her front until they covered her breasts. I responded instantly, lightly kneading the soft orbs, tugging on the stiff little nipples.Pam gave a gasp so I paused. .." She grinned."So, basically, David, I mean... holy shit!" Shhhhhh!" hushed the brainiac."Shhh yourself!!" I replied. "So... you're not, like, disgusted or anything about me?" Gosh no," replied Michele. "I'm impressed as hell!" I haven't spoken to Vickie about that yet, she was passed out when I got home." I don't think she knows. Vanessa went with her mom to visit their Gran." Wonder what she'll say. You know, Vickie wouldn't let Vanessa fuck me. Oh shit, I mean, um, make love..." You can.