Who ever was going to take the blame would be innocent. They would never get the one who killed the black jogger. The gun would never be found. It wou...d be solved, but they sent the wrong man to the chair. He would die. He was innocent. It didn’t matter. The community had their revenge. They had their blood. They didn’t care who it was. They had what they wanted, someone to point their fingers as he slumped past, someone to blame, someone to kill. They had their blood, they had him dead. They. His mouth released a long slow guttural groan. ‘Noella. You are magnificent.’ ‘So are you.’ Standing, she released his penis from within her and turned around and placed her hands on the stool. She gently spread her legs and braced herself. ‘I think it’s your turn to do the work.’ she told him. Obediently Mark moved behind her, looking to re-insert his magnificent log in Noella’s warm pussy. Raising it with his hand, he began to lunge at his goal , with little success. Noella reached back. Know anyonewho needs a roommate?" she askedI laughed as I realized I now had to find a place as well. Plus I neededto deal with my pending surgery and my breakup. Gallows humor can helpsome times. "I might know one girl who's in the market" Good, I don't want to have to interview 30 losers to find someonesuitable."I rolled over so that I was looking her in the eyes. I needed to get thisout now or it would gnaw at me all day "I know you heard everything lastnight" I started. She tried to. My whole body quivered with excitement, my fingers wandering down to see for myself. The lips of my pussy had become very swollen. They were splitting apart to reveal a slick, wet playground inside. I parted them even further to get a better look. My clit was peeking out from her hood curiously, but hadn’t come out yet. “Our little friend is shy,” Levi said, his eyes on the same spot. “Why don’t you invite her out to play?” I brought my finger to my little nub, and she sprung out to greet.