Even drunk he knew what to do, he thrust his dick inside her up to his balls, and started fucking the shit out of her. She was still out of it, but sh... started moaning and calling my name, must be dreaming I'm fucking her. I got in bed behind him and started helping him fuck her, my cock sliding between his legs, rubbing against his balls. I can feel his balls getting tight, and I know he's going to cum soon. I rub some spit on my cock and angle my body so the head is touching his asshole. I. ." Cramer? That's the woman who was shot a couple of days ago, isn't she?" Yeah, she's the one." Well, what the fuck is he doing? I thought that was open and shut. You have a tape of the whole thing, right? That's what they said on the news." Yep, and thank God I had called in a favor and had the FBI come out and take possession of the original. The DA has doctored the tape I gave him until it sounds like Cramer murdered the guy..."The Attorney General held his hand up a little signaling Tate. She fumbled with her keys and opened the door."Hi honey, I'm home," she said, exhausted.He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot. He took her into his arms and kissed her with a deep passion as only he could. It was the kind of kiss. Christy dropped her eyes to my jeans, lingering over every inch of my growing erection straining against the front. She cleared her throat. My hands went to my belt. Slowly I unfastened the top button and slid the zipper down. Christy's grin turned a notch naughtier. I slipped my jeans over my hips, taking care not to tug at my boxer briefs. I lowered them to the floor and started to bend over. “Don't,” she interrupted me. “Just step away. I'll take them.” I kicked them off and stepped to the.