”Jake looked through all the items in Rachel Consella’s box. There were a small phone book and a datebook for 1987. Her wallet had photos of her f...mily and a boyfriend. There was a university ID card. Jake put everything back into the box.“Sixty-eight, sir.”Jake felt like he had been punched in the stomach. He fought to keep his focus.“Do you know the address of the place where you bury the dead people?”“No, sir. All I know is how to get there.”“How long does it take?”“About half an hour if. She teased his nipples with her tongue, gently sucking and nibbling. Her Daddy groaned, again putting a smile on Milfy’s face.She reached his neck and started to tease him with soft gentle kisses, gently sucking on his skin, in between running her tongue towards his ear. She eventually found his mouth and how soft his lips were. They began tenderly kissing, their tongues searching for each other. Milfy was aware that she too was getting more aroused, her pussy gently throbbing, her juices. Because for every piece of evidence, I have the proof. I got an idea. I waited the next ten days till their marriage. Finally, I am going to get my revenge. And I know it.I attended their marriage. It was a grand hotel in my hometown, and many people attended it. The groom looked too handsome in his dress. But the bride looked gorgeous in the dress, like an angel from heaven with a demon heart. It was a night marriage, and I was starving. I need energy before I fuck Harshitha. So I had mutton. What was she going to think? How would she react? And most importantly where was this going to go? I had plenty of time to ponder these questions as i waited for my baggage and then again for my rental car which i promptly hopped into proceeding to dig around in my bag for my bottles of ed hardy and burburry brit which i proceeded to spritz on. She wasnt going to forget this...or me. i wanted this first impression to be memorable. I wanted her to look back and remember how i smelled...how i.