We wanted to make sure she would be safe. We were quite sure she wasn’t involved in the arms transfer. The phone rang and I answered it. The voice a... the other end demanded, ‘Who is this? I want to speak to Dan.’ ‘This is Detective Jim Hartly. To whom am I speaking?’ The caller immediately hung up. I looked at the caller ID and it read ‘cell phone call’ and listed the number. I repeated the number back to Dan and asked him if he recognized the number? ‘Yes, sir, it was Moe, Moe Headly. He is. “Mom's lips were lopsided,” she added.“Lopsided?”“Yes. Her left lip was about a half-inch bigger than her right.”“So, she just spread her legs and stretched her lips out for the two you to see?”“Basically.”“Wow. I'm trying to picture her doing that,” I said as I again shook my head.“Well don't,” she flatly said. “And stop shaking your head, your wig keeps moving.”“It belonged to your mom,” I remarked.Their mom, who had died from breast cancer, had worn it when her hair fell out from her chemo. First the man fucked my ass, and then the women strapped on a 12-inch dildo and gave my soggy cunt a good stretching.I shouted what a fucking bitch she was which earned me a slap across the face and my nipples to be twisted and pinched causing me to scream out loud. Do you like that whore she said, Yes, yes, do it more, slap my tits as well, I gasped. A grin spread across her face as she slapped me again across the face several more times and slapped and mauled my tits as she rammed her. He was stroking her clit with his thumb. She was rocking her hips and moaning. "Jenna, get up on your hands and knees," I said, surprised at myself. As Jenna turned over and raised up I slipped three inches into Stacey. She reached down and rubbed her clit. "Ok, now Robert, take some of Jenna's lube and smear some on her anus."Robert looked at me. I could see a questioning look on his face. "Go ahead, Robert. Do as he sayssssss." I thrust three more inches into Stacey as she spoke. She stopped.