We’ve found an oar with blood and hair on it and blood on the floor. I thought this was a waste of time but now I think we’re on to something.’�...�He’s been found, Dennis. So it looks like there’s no crime to investigate. Just pack up what you’ve got and pull your crew out of there.’‘What about the oar Joe? It’s got fingerprints and palm prints on the blade. If there had been a murder, I’d bet money that the oar was the weapon.’‘Bring it back with you Dennis. Who knows maybe when we find out what. “Look at you, fucking slut! You sure know how work this dick, don’t you bitch?” bro used Candy’s hair to pull her face back. Her mouth was open as she enjoyed the way he used her face and the slutty sensation of his cock ruining her makeup. “Who taught you how to suck dick like this?” Candy’s eyes flashed. bro smiled as he was headed into dangerous territory. He knew how to make her humiliation real as he spoke the words that would send Candy over the edge. bro knew how to keep Candy’s. Her pussy was clean without any hair and her full thighs and round raised ass were the real beauties.Her boobs with erect nipples showed how roused she was. With her both hands she beckoned Basheer to come on her. But Basheer made her to lie diagonally in the bed, sat on the floor and opened her legs and looked and enjoyed the sight of her pussy. He opened her pussy lips and looked inside. He saw the crowning clitoris and the two small orifices for urethra and vagina.Amina told him her game. I rubbed my chin, and gave her my hardest stare."Okay," I said. "I could get my head around that. Tomorrow's Saturday. Wanna go out to eat and maybe see a show or something?" Absolutely," she said."Okay then. One thing though, a question." She nodded for me to ask it."Won't this put a crimp in your relationship with Stephanie?" Don't know, don't care. She's got her jock, I guess. I've got you. He'll be pumping gas in a couple of years. You'll be wearing thousand dollar suits. I guess you'd say.