“Yes…” I said, pursing my lips slightly. He let out a barking laugh.“I know goddamn well you enjoyed it,” he said. “All those fuckin’ ...rgasms I gave you; maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get even more tonight.”I scoffed, but deep down, I was hoping it could happen again, despite the dull aching in my pussy. I was hurting, but I wanted SO much more!“I’m gonna go wash up,” I said curtly, and walked toward the bathroom. As I passed Jason, he blew smoke in my face, and then SMACK! He slapped me. ”I don’t get it.”She slackened her grip a little and looked up at me. Even with smeared makeup, tussled hair and lingering tears in the corners of her eyes I still thought she looked hot. “Remember I told you I had a son once?”I nodded.”When I gave birth to him, I had to have my uterus removed. I didn’t mind as long as I had my son. But then I lost him. It was a drunk driver. Since I couldn’t have any more kids, my husband ditched me. So I closed down. No more sex, no more love. Ever.”I just. She closed her eyes as the cold blade began to scrape the peach fuzz from her pussy. The slick cream was soon mingling with the juices that were escaping from deep within her. Abby took her time, working the knife against the sex that was begging to be fucked. She slowly glided the sharp blade, until the cream was gone and the hairs removed. Abby wiped the cream and any stray hairs from her sisters cunt, then put her mouth against it. She licked the cream that was sliding out of the sweet. She followed him to his car. As the car approached the Police Station, he suddenly slowed down. He’d had a pretty heavy night – probably over the limit. Not too clever, walking into a nick in this state. He looked at the girl. She caught his stare again. With an effort he pulled his eyes away and he knew. He’d take her home – go to the police in the morning – when he’d slept this lot off.He turned the lights on. You’ll probably want a bath – you’re cold and wet. In the bathroom, steam.